"Hrm. I don't think getting meat with you counts as getting meat with animal friends in the important way so I would like it plain," she says to her friend.

"That's fine, more for me," he shrugs.

Potatoes appear presently, gravy on the side to be individually administered.

Nom. Only one nom tho', Fika won't eat too much tonight she thinks.

They have a box of cookies to crack open for dessert.

Oh fika will nom one of those. Or two. Or three if that's okay.

Yeah, there are twelve in the box, she can have three.

Nom nom nom! Three noms for the Fika.

Kota has four and the dad polishes off the rest.

"Did you make these yourself? They were very yummy."

"No, bought them," says Dad Grey.

"Oh. Is the person who made them in space again?"

"I don't know, there's probably a local bakery by now." He looks at the package. "Yeah, they're here, apparently."

"Oh! I wanna tell them that their baking is good. How do I find 'em?"

"Looks like they're at... 17202 Market Street."

"Okay! I'ma go there tommorow."

"Are you gonna buy cookies?" asks Kota.

"No. I'ma tell them they are very good bakers."

"And maybe ask to help I guess cause that sounds fun."

"Oh right, because you like helping purples work!"

"And cookies!"

"I bet bakers get to eat cookies whenever they want!"

"Yeah!"

"I hope you have fun baking!"

The greys are going to spend the evening watching skating sports.

"Ooh! I wanna do that!"

"I dunno if there's a rink in town but there'll probably be soon, they're still building tons of stuff!"

"I know, I helped build a not-a-jungle-gym!"