A plate topped with rib bones and a completely empty bowl sat in front of Fiddelsticks on the diner table. He felt satisfied, at least, for now. Nobody in the galaxy hankered for their favourite food moreso than Fiddlesticks. Nobody except for maybe a particularly colossal meganox that just went through a very long and gruelling hunger strike. This was why he joined the crew, this Quest for Flavour, Fiddlesticks thought to himself. That and the adventure stuff of course. 

Fiddlesticks surveyed the rest of the diner. He was relieved to find that the people around were going about their business like nothing happened. The waiter bots darted backwards and forth, doing what good waiter bots did. Overall the mood and atmosphere of the diner was back to normal.

His blood froze cold when he saw the Nurr-Slugg patrol ship. He quickly discarded his fears though, for Fiddlesticks knew that if they were in real trouble, then a couple of Vulcan class galactic peacekeeper patrol fighters would be outside instead. They wouldn't be just lazily floating around outside either. Their galactic peacekeeping troopers would've burst through the door in seconds. Fiddlesticks knew a thing or two about how pan stellar law enforcement operated, from experience. Fiddlesticks was pretty sure that Hendersons Ribs diners were neutral territory. That local law enforcement had no jurisdiction on galactic neutral territory. They weren't always stopped by such a law, unfortunately. Why else would Hendersons Ribs diners have the right to use chemical weapons if they didn't have extra judiciary rights?

Fiddlesticks took a gander at the Nurr-Sluggi patrol ship. It looked like rotten gizzards that were still alive, zombie gizzards? [color=pink]"eww"[/color] Fiddlesticks said audibly. He sure didn't envy any non Nurr-Sluggi person who had to work on that thing. Fiddlesticks was a bit of a traditionalist when it came to space ships. He felt that ships made from non organic material were easier to maintain, smelled less, and looked shiny. There were some amazing benefits to organic style ships though, Fiddlesticks had to admit. 

A fat human approached the table, carrying two bags of food in variously shaped Henderson Ribs doggy bags. Fiddlesticks was both surprised and delighted that the were taking some extra meals for the road. His appreciation for his crew grew that much more.

"Thank. You. For. Visiting," the fat human punctuated his sentences with gasps for breath as he placed the two bags on the table, "Henderson's. Ribs. Your. Custom. Is. Appreciated." He gasped and heaved like a purple neoswine giving birth. Fiddlesticks thought that he would be obese as well, if he worked in a place like this. Constantly surrounded by his favourite food. 

[color=pink]"Good call on the extra food guys! I love me some road ribs!"[/color] Fiddelesricks announced to the crew. Who's idea was it to get the extra food anyway? Whoever it was, as for as Fiddlesricks was concerned, they were his new best friend.

A moment later Vanessa took the doggy bag boxes and disappeared. She reappeared and disappeared several more times, until there was no more food. Vanessa must've stored them on the ship. She was amazing. "The food has been stored upon the ship, which fixes our supplies problem. We're ready to leave whenever everyone is finished eating." said she with all the beauty and grace of flower petal drifting in the breeze. 

"So, we ready to hit the road? Cause I'd like to get to the ship as soon as possible. I wanna get the co-ordinates punched into the auto-pilot right away, so that I can spend less time arguing with the damn thing, and more time getting some shut-eye..." asked the uptight iguana guy of everyone. 

[color=pink]"I sure am."[/color] Fiddlesticks replied. [color=pink]"Are we ready to leave captain?"[/color] Fiddlesticks asked the swarm of bees.