Galactic gastronomic fantasy tour.
The café "Buns for the Road"

This time, something fun and conservative is in our porthole view.
We approach closer. The café "Buns for the Road." Shall we indulge in some pastries?
Farewell, waistline!
Where do they park around here?

The Electronic docks with Kiss-Kiss on his head. Kiss-Kiss has fit into our company as if he has always lived here. And the central head of the three-headed one has already become his usual abode.

On the way, I worked hard. My Community project is ready.
First, we build a Galactic Data Center with a powerful signal transmitter-receiver.

And we host our Galactic server there.

And then... then... then…

While I was dreaming, my assistants docked us.
The Electronic tried to peel Kiss-Kiss off his head. Unsuccessfully. He waved it off.
He’s not too thrilled about bringing Kiss-Kiss aboard anymore. In the café-bakery, there must be plenty of charming, plump ladies who love sweet pastries. And here he is, with an extra attachment.
I chuckle…

We enter, and I gasp. It feels like I’ve dropped by grandma’s for the weekend. The smell of baked goods is overwhelming. I want to eat everything!
There is a display case, though. Maybe I won't sell my idea of a hologram electronic menu here. Oh well. If I don’t sell the menu, at least I’ll eat my fill of pastries.
Greedily admiring the display contents.

A pink flash zooms past me. An even faster powerful claw of the Electronic follows. Grabs the pink and freezes near the café display.
Ah! Kiss-Kiss tried to snatch a golden, crispy treat mid-flight.
The Electronic has good reflexes.

I look into the pink eyes of the disappointed Kiss-Kiss, firmly held and hanging in the air. In them, such hunger, as if he hadn’t been fed in a hundred years, and he didn’t devour two packs of chocolate chip cookies today.

We order. A lot. Different kinds.
Kiss-Kiss and I understand each other at a glance. As soon as my hand passes over something appetizingly sugary or chocolate-glazed in the display, a pink tentacle persistently returns my hand to what I missed. And I, nodding in agreement with the buffet server, add this treat to our purchase list.

The three-headed one and I carry heavily laden trays of pastries to the table, while the drooling Kiss-Kiss unsuccessfully tries to reach the tray in the Electronic’s hands from his head.
The buffet server brings us a few local drinks, and our feast begins.

The most challenging part was getting all the samples into the Electronic’s container before Kiss-Kiss devoured them all.

Finally, Kiss-Kiss rolls away from the table with a spherical belly, and the Electronic switches to a standard measured mode of operation.
I lean back in my chair in contentment.
Lovely…

Even if I don't sell the menu here, I’ll still mark it on the Galactic map.
These guys bake amazingly!



To be continued…