<Table for one? Right this way!> [i]The Ghost patiently directs the new customer to a single table with a lonesome chair by the wall of the bar? Cafe? Restaurant? Let's call it a restaurant. Somehow, the ambient and cozy light from the open fireplace by the back of the room makes even the single table and chair look inviting.[/i] <I would be happy to receive your order and relay it to our very own kitchen!> [i]It chirps in a polite tone, waiting for the customer to order.[/i]

Yeah, been at Mars for a while. Most Peace I've found before this place recently... Can I get an ahamkara stake burger with a side of night-fries? Extra on the solar powder in the fries... I like the burn. Oh, and a cup of Olympus tears with ice?

Expensive taste my fellow Guardian!

<Mars? I've been to Mars once... Hot place...> [i]The little light seems to wander off into data memories, its blue "eye" dimming. It only takes a second for it to re-orient itself.[/i] <Oh, my! Terribly sorry about that!> [i]it says apologetically, its frame forming the Ghost variant of surprise/exclamation.[/i] <One ahamkara burger meny with extra solar powder and Olympus Nightswitch... Coming right up!> [i]It seems to take its lapse hard, bobbing up and down as it drifts away to undoubtedly help someone else. In three minutes the customer's order comes in from the kitchen by a human waitress clad in white who puts it down and with a curtly "Here you go." returns to her duties.[/i]