Galactic gastronomic fantasy tour.
Ice cream parlor "Blue Delight"

Our Galactic spaceship emerges from hyperspace, and I’m stunned by the incredible blue beauty. I made a lucky poke on my galactic map...
And there it is, our first destination—the Ice Cream Café "Blue Delight."
We dock!

Even my Electronic three-headed assistant is breathless from the overwhelming blueness. He quickly activates his built-in food analyzer with a food container.

Switches the piloting program to the frivolous utility "Sweet Tooth." Sticks a wonderful blue rose on his shoulder with a suction cup. And dashing reports to me that he's ready for adventures and we can disembark.

Inside, the blue glow is utterly unbearable. I put on dark glasses, turn to the Electronic. "Ah, sly one!" I note, looking into the darkened filters of his eyes. A powerful claw grabs me by the waist and impatiently drags me to the café counter.

As I suspected, the menu is text-only. We look at each other in confusion and start glancing around at other people's plates. What are these Blue folks eating?
The folks are eating and drinking different things. And how to match what they're eating with what's written on the menu is unclear.

Recklessly, I point at the list of ice creams and drinks. The Electronic smirks and does the same but with different items on the menu. The speedy waiter nods and disappears.

We eagerly await what Fate has prepared for us. I get distracted for a moment. I turn around, and my comrade has already spotted a shining blue-eyed lady and is casting all six of his glowing eyes at her. The lady coquettishly runs her finger along the edge of her glass and stirs the blue ice cream mush with a spoon. Pure charm... Looks like she's charmed.

Before I can react, the Electronic swiftly moves to the adjacent table, pries the rose from his shoulder's suction cup, and, gazing adoringly into the stranger's eyes, hands her the flower.

Well, well... our programmers messed something up with his utilities. This isn't "Sweet Tooth." This is the real "Heartbreaker." I'll have to hint they should tweak it a bit. A Galactic trail of charmed alien ladies is unlikely to aid our gastronomic journey.

And here’s our order. Oh! Mine comes with berries!

There's steam rising from the cup. Looks like it's hot, this blue, slightly glowing substance.

The Electronic tears himself away from the stranger and hovers all three noses over his food.

In his glass, the blue with ice.

Delicious! We share dishes and drinks with each other. The Electronic forgets his lady and clicks his analyzer mysteriously. Records the composition and ingredients.

I, being flesh and blood, lack his capabilities. I just enjoy the unfamiliar tastes and secretly glance into a small mirror to see if I’m becoming as dazzlingly blue as the stranger at the next table.
I exhale. It seems even my tongue hasn't turned blue. Mentally giggling at myself.

I scrape up the remaining syrup on the plate. Lick my lips greedily and, before my companion emerges from the depths of scientific inquiry and repeats his move towards the blue-eyed beauty, drag him out of the café.

In my head, a plan for a Galactic gastronomic community is brewing.
Pictures in the menu! If there had been pictures, I would have ordered significantly more of these glowing treats.

We undock. The Electronic switches his utilities and navigates to the start of the next hyperspace jump, while I eagerly and joyfully clack away at my laptop keyboard.
Not only will we feast luxuriously on our journey…



To be continued…