[Gregor watches this exchange with growing intrigue and amusement. Who are they? Friends? Family? Partners? Somewhat vitriolic, regardless. So much so that he's reminded of Miles and Ivan. Okay. First to find the grocery store. As small as the town is, it doesn't take him too long. After that, he has to start figuring out the whole system to the grocery store--oh, all the fresh produce is at one end, which makes sense, so you only have to install refrigeration on that end. Or wait...then there's refrigeration over here for frozen things. This makes no sense. And then all along one wall for dairy, meat, eggs. Breakfast teas are not in the same place as other beverages, and he stares at a prepackaged box of tea bags in his hand, perplexed. Just how much was being spent back home to ensure he always had loose-leaf tea? Heaven forbid anything cheap wind up in the Imperial Stomach.
All the while, he pauses to crack the journal open to keep reading this fascinating conversation. The more he knows, the better he can get along.
Eventually, he goes back to the conversation to discuss the item that would make his Betan foster-mother wince the most.]
Which is it to be? Tar or low tar?
[No gold star for him--he's been here fifty-eight minutes by the time he writes this.]
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All the while, he pauses to crack the journal open to keep reading this fascinating conversation. The more he knows, the better he can get along.
Eventually, he goes back to the conversation to discuss the item that would make his Betan foster-mother wince the most.]
Which is it to be? Tar or low tar?
[No gold star for him--he's been here fifty-eight minutes by the time he writes this.]