Isabella is in some danger of catching up on her reading list. She'll just have to cultivate more interests. She could probably get into Klingon literature if she tried, she didn't give it a fair shake last time really. Their opera is more widely renowned but they do have some plainly written narratives.
"It's very nice, though I admit I don't actually know if I would be able to eat local food should I stay long term."
"Hm..." Q looks at T'Mir inquisitively as if reading something printed on her face.
"Several times a day!? How do you find the time for anything else?"
"It doesn't take that long after you get past the subsistence farming stage of civilization!"
"Well if you insist on indulging in it on such a schedule I suppose this planet's food is edible for both your species."
"I said 'long term' - can I live here for a year, not can I have lunch at that little stand with the bowls of local grain."
"Yes the food is entirely edible and nutritious for a day, a year, or however long you have need of it."
"Then I suppose if I do wind up with some sort of problem it will be a more unpredictable one, like if they're getting all their copper from a specific bean I can't stand or something. I wonder if I can order a bowl in mime. I'd try it but my assets were very much frozen."
"Oh all right," a snap
- and now T'Mir is instead holding a chunk of dilithium worth several times more than her former ship.
"Ha. Now I have to sell this by mime but that might be fun." She experiments with ways to carry it and winds up with it on her left shoulder.
"So what you're saying is that in the past this experience has not been positively reviewed by the recipients."