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Having informed the 'bot who steered him to his table that there would be four joining him, Xris loaded his plate with the local fare and sat down to eat and wait.
Tycho was next to arrive. The tall, skinny alien did attract a few curious stares, but the customers soon returned to their meals, having more interest in Aurigan mush---considered a delicacy. Located on one of the major trade routes, the capital city of Auriga was home to a large intergalactic population. Not much surprised the citizens of Auriga. Tycho located Xris, sat down.
"Steer clear of the mush," Xris advised in a low voice.
A vegetarian, Tycho gave the mush a look, grimaced, and told the 'bot he would be having only carrot juice.
"Any trouble with the weapons?" Xris asked.
It was not necessary to keep his voice down. A cheerful people, Aurigans enjoyed talking--the louder, the better. Consequently, the restaurant was a din of noise, with every Aurigan in the place shouting shrilly and gleefully at every other Aurigan. Xris had turned his hearing down to the bare minimum necessary and still the row was deafening.
Tycho shook his head. His long-fingered hand could have wrapped twice around the glass of juice. He sipped at it. "No problems. I expected none. So long as I do not bring the rifle on board the spacecraft with me, I am rarely stopped. After all, it looks the same as any other beam rifle
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