i mean

where the fuck else am i gonna find a woman who's hot, rich, smart, strong, and into me and my kinks

grape_fruit: the crab nebula?
Mezzopiano: how is K going to get to the crab nebula. we only even know about the people there from like five grainy photographs and hearsay.
unicorn: the crab nebula people do brainwashing and shit, that's not the same anyway

ew i don't wanna fuck a crab

where would i even put my fingers/tongue/strap

how would i even tell if it's a boy crab or a girl crab

grape_fruit: the people in the crab nebula aren't... crabs... k...

What are they then???

unicorn: they're space aliens! the thing that Aera is 1/4.
unicorn: fair to not have noticed when they made the news, they managed to make it look ultra tabloidy by total accident, I only know about them because I read the Atlantic article on it

"space alien" and "crab" are not mutually exclusive categories

like those guys in the animorphs book where they go back to dinosaur times

grape_fruit: if there were aliens from the pegasus galaxy would you be expecting winged horses
one eyed one horned flying purple people pleaser: little known fact about the Eskimo nebula, that's where Eskimos come from
one eyed one horned flying purple people pleaser: little known fact about like half the characters in harry potter
grape_fruit: the nebula was already called that before the aliens were publicized k

half the characters in harry potter were eskimos???

also i'm pretty sure they don't like being called that, how has the nebula not been renamed yet

anyways back the fuck up how can the aliens breed with humans

unicorn: no I think robin means that a lot of HP characters were named after constellations but are not from them
grape_fruit: it involved biotinker shit
one eyed one horned flying purple people pleaser: I have no idea how the nebula has not been renamed but it still shows up if you look for a list of nebulae

thankfully due to this enlightening conversation i have now forgotten what we were talking about before

(don't remind me)

time to go meet my amazing girlfriend for lunch!

this enlightening conversation: enjoy!

Back to the booth she goes.

Lunch is laid out when she arrives! There is a sample platter of the engineered exotics from the convention, supplemented with a goon-provided cheese and charcuterie spread, a beef wellington, and an elaborate trifle full of cake and custard and cream and cherries.

Oooh lovely. What sort of engineered exotics?

There's the tuna Monoceros brought, naturally, and there's some spiderjellyfish (fileted; it's unrecognizable), and compsognathus, and rice/wheat crackers, and marmite made of the nutrtional-supplement-yeast, and vat lamb, and some kind of creamy passionfruit-coconut juice blend served in its own curious little shell, and some of the giant bacteria rendered into an aspic in which there are various pickles and edible flowers.

She eagerly digs into the various snacks and silently hopes one of them gives her some exciting new mutation.

The marmite is oddly satisfying and moreish.

Mmm, tasty. Has the craving more more subsided by the time she finishes the whole thing?

Yup.

"I might buy a few jars of this stuff," remarks Monoceros.

Blush blush. She continues eating, eager to please but not really in the right headspace to come up with anything to say for a number of reasons.

"Which, of course, I would share."

"My first assumption was it was for me, actually."

"I like it too!"

How is the compsognathus? Does it taste like chicken?