[ He turns on his heel and sets out in a random direction, trying to look like he knows where he's going. Where could he take them? They're Betan, so obviously slaughtered meat is out...Ah. No. A small revenge, he decides, for punching him: he walks down a few more blocks and then takes a left into a very nice, very classy steakhouse. The atmosphere is fine and impeccable and gleaming, and that fanciness is recognizable anywhere, on any world; the fact that this isn't vat-protein, however, won't be evident to the newly-arrived herm. ]
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Fine.
[ He turns on his heel and sets out in a random direction, trying to look like he knows where he's going. Where could he take them? They're Betan, so obviously slaughtered meat is out...Ah. No. A small revenge, he decides, for punching him: he walks down a few more blocks and then takes a left into a very nice, very classy steakhouse. The atmosphere is fine and impeccable and gleaming, and that fanciness is recognizable anywhere, on any world; the fact that this isn't vat-protein, however, won't be evident to the newly-arrived herm. ]