Yeah, amaliens eat those. Sometimes they even eat meat he thinks, but they don't wanna kill the animal to get the meat like Amentans do.

Not nearly the weirdest food opinion aliens might have had. They can have non-meat foods sufficient to feed a crowd of small people on the designated day.

Lucien smiles! He will be there.

He checks his schedule - time to go back to his own place for a shower and then his dinnertime.  

All his neighbors in this building are purple. The ones down the hall from him brought a kid his size who wants to be a lumberjack when she grows up. The apartments are a mix of studios and two-bedrooms so people who live alone, like him, can mix with people who have one or two kids, like the would-be-lumberjack's family. The studio apartment in which he lives is all new construction, and they didn't have to economize on footprint per se, but they were working with somewhat limited access to raw material and it came out kind of poky. It's got a big glass window with blinds, and a hyper-efficient little kitchenette with a two-burner stove and a half-height oven and a small fridge/freezer and a dishwasher right under the sink and just enough cupboards that he could fit two people's worth of dishes in the available space if very determined. It has a well ventilated bathroom surfaced in superhydrophobic anti-mold paint, with a shower and a toilet and a sink and a closet for cleaning supplies to live in and the laundry machines. It has an airy rest-of-the-apartment with a fold-down shelf for the mattress of his choice to hide away in during the day, and a fold-down table with pull-out benches to sit at to eat. If all the furniture is tucked away there's enough room to pace a reasonably satisfying lap.

He takes a shower, and makes sure to get between his ears just like the video on his everything told him to. 

He needs to figure out what to make for dinner with the Mayor. He's sorta nervous about this but he did a bunch of shopping yesterday and now he can hopefully find something with his things to cook? Maybe his everything has ideas.

His everything seems to think that with the ingredients he has on hand he can make vegetable soup and biscuits.

Lucien gets out his step-stool and sets to work, washing and kneading and boiling and stirring and cutting things. He's very careful to wash his hands a lot to keep everything clean and also to not cut himself by accident, even a little.

After he's done, he tastes it to see how good he did.

The soup's a little bland and the biscuits that were in the back of the oven are browner than the ones that were in front.

His everything says to add salt for the soup so he can do that. He also throws away some of the worse looking biscuits and puts the rest on a bowl for taking from. Afterwards he sets the table and cleans it and makes sure he's wearing clean clothes and everything looks good.

He gives one last check on everything and then realizes that he didn't put the new tablecloth down so he unsets the table and puts the new tablecloth on the table and then he hurriedly re-sets everything and makes sure it looks nice. He's still finishing that up when his guest arrives.

Here is the mayor! "I wasn't sure I had the right address at first! How'd you pick the building?" he asks.

"I was looking for somewhere that I could get my own place in and still have money left over to do other things. Why was it hard to find?"

Lucien offers to take the Mayor's coat and hang it up should that be applicable. 

"It wasn't hard, I was just confused that you'd have a purple apartment instead of a house or a host family or something. Thank you." Sure, he can have the coat, though it's longer than Lucien is and hanging it up will be a bit of a trick.

"Houses seemed much more expensive in the city and have lots of room for kids and I don't have any of those."

Lucien will get his stool to help with that. The coat sorta flops on him while he does this but he figures it out.

"Where do you get your money, anyway?" Mayor sits at the table.

"Some people needed help finding re-sources and things and I helped them find them instead of them having to pay money to find them so I got some of the money instead."

"Oh, I see, that must have happened before I was shipped in. We do appreciate that you folks are such good neighbors!"

"Thank you, you are good neighbors to have as well."

Lucien smiles, he's glad they're doing a good job at that. 

"I was hoping we could do more together as neighbors, if you'd like that."

Lucien leads his guest to the dinner as he says this.

"Oh, what do you have in mind?"

"I'm bringing a bunch of amaliens to dinner in a couple of days in the city at a restaurant. I got us a private room and everything. I think it's a good first step but would like your ideas too."

Lucien is very careful to eat all cleanly.

"Well, who are they? What sorts of things are they interested in?"

"There's about twenty nearby amaliens camped out, from a few places. I think they like seeing the city from the distance and would like looking at cool things but are nervous about the noise and crowds and newness being too much. At least a few of them would prolly like exploring the city other-wise? The rest might explore it if they thought they could make new friends in the city."

"I think they could but we might not be used to each other's friend-making habits. How do amaliens usually make friends?"

"Playing games together, going on trips, hugging each other when bad things happening."

Lucien is not very good at making friends with other amaliens, but he probably knows more than the Mayor.

"There are board game meetups, and hiking clubs! If they'd like to try joining either I'm sure that could be arranged."

"There might be amaliens interested in each. Though I'd be a bit worried about amaliens being treated differently, especially in the board games meetup, and feeling awkward about that?"