Thread: The Landing-Ryax and Moon

Alma listened with rapt attention as he explained his foods, looking ever so awestruck. amazing! i never realized that so much of your food was so complicated! she admitted with a grin. we don't eat Eggs on my planet, because they are not very good for us. Eggs are usually coated in a poisonous slime that can't be washed off, so that other creatures won't eat the eggs. Spidren can eat the eggs without being harmed, but that's about it. she admitted with a shake of her head. are Eggs very good tasting? she asked eagerly. and we can swing by after breakfast for the charts. she decided. we can look at them together after i give you a tour of our ship. i'll even let you into my own living quarters. she assured him, smirking. i'll even let you try my resting space. very different from your 'beds'. such strange square things... how can that be good for your backs? she asked, looking quite baffled as she followed him to the Cafe. she looked at the small, pretty building and beamed happily as she found a seat, right in the sunlight and placed the Ikerit on the table to let him wander around and explore his surroundings a little. he wouldn't get off the table. she looked stunned by the amount of food that he had brought out, and eagerly tasted a little bit og everything. she loved the waffles, and ate two of them by herself. the bacon was eagerly devoured, exclamations of delight over how salty it was. the orange was spat out in disgust, Alma complaining that it was too bitter to be a proper food. she loved the 'Moo Cow Milk' and liked the white part of the eggs but didn't like the yellow, and declared that this 'toasting of the french' was delicious. the Ikerit turned it's nose up at anything it was offered, even from other tables and Alma had to giggle. Ikerit only eat the Ruala and other very spicy foods. she explained. Ruala is so hot, that if the juices are squeezed out, it can eat into wood and metal, like Acid. several people where gaping at that and one of them went into the Cafe and came out with some raw Jalapenos. the Cafe pickled and canned their own, from a Garden out back. this, the Ikerit happily devoured, licking up the seeds and then scarfing down the rest, Alma giggling as she shook her head. if Erio likes it, then it is too spicy for me. she explained, looking amused. several people yelped as Erio suddenly belched and a flicker of flame and then massive amounts of smoke, ash, and soot spilled out of his mouth. my god it really IS a little Dragon! one of the other patron's murmured in astonishment as Alma fretted over the mess that Erio had made, carefully using a cloth to clean the black soot off of the tiny dragon. there, all better. Alma chirped happily as Erio offered her an annoyed sulk before stalking over to Meteo to be fawned over. clearly the little dragon had not enjoyed his impromptu bath and was attempting to punish Alma, who just giggled at her little baby dragon's attempts. she happily devoured the rest of the breakfast and stood up with Meteo, Erio still riding on 'his new freinds' shoulder. Erio seamed to really like Meteo, and had happily allowed the man to examine every inch of him, purring not unlike a kitten. Alma all too happily let Meteo lead the way to his house, and curiously poked around and tested his bed while he got the charts, humming as she wriggled on top of his covers. decidedly uncomfortable. she complained with a sulk and a shake of her head.