“About two years ago. So fair warning, I don’t have the experience that some of my colleagues have. But I think I'm uniquely placed to help you in particular. “Was there anything specific you were looking for today?”

A service droid wafted past with a tray of hors d'oeuvres. Ruk picked precisely at it like her ancestors may have combed a lawn for grubs. She was getting bored.

“Have you visited our Agora bar?” The droid asked, gesturing politely to an area fashioned after an ancient open-air theatre/market space. A few people stood talking loudly and sipping on cocktails.

“No, I’m here to help my friend. Besides, I’m trying to save money.” Ruk replied.

“Its all free, ma’am.”

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“Are you calling my future life partner a prostitute?!” Light flashed colours of mock offense, then laughed and patted Jess’ face to hide his sadness.

“Oh? Well colour me interested.” It was a Human turn of phrase that had gained widespread usage among QV.

“You should go and win that Myrmidon mascot. It’ll look good adhered to your shoulder.”

Another tray of champagne flutes passed by; Light grabbed one and sniffed it.