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[So we've been stuck on the poison moon for a couple months now, so a lot of people probably want to get away from that.

Unfortunately, the only place you really can get away from it besides your own ship is the Iskaulit. So, here's a June Iskaulit mingle!]

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[Snrk. She grins outright.]

I think you're good. At least you didn't turn up in your pajamas or something, right? [Unlike certain other idiot Winchesters.] No, nobody's gonna blink twice if you never change clothes, as long as you wash them on occasion.

[ There's probably worse clothing he could turn up in, but yanno. Let's not go there. But no really, the re-found novelty of being able to wash his clothes in something other than a babbling brook is not lost on him. ]

Laundry I can do. [ LBR he's probably been doing the laundry since he was five. ]

Place's got modern marvels, might as well use 'em.

Right? [There's some sympathy there, because she knows the kind of shit show he came from, but she keeps it light.] Mostly I hate being cooped up on these ships too, but at least they've got hot running water. And beer.

But as far as I can tell, that shit doesn't regenerate on its own.

[ Someone has weird feelings about their food supply. ]

[Can't blame you there, man. She gives him a look over her glass.]

The booze sure doesn't. We have to restock that and make it ourselves. S'why there's a pricetag on it. As for the water, even sea sailing ships have a way of recycling that kind of thing.

I'm not so sure about the rest of our magically appearing product, though.

[ OH THANK GOD, someone else who has the same feelings that he does on the matter. Another someone. And he thought he was just being weird-paranoid about the whole thing, just like he is about... everything. ]

I'm all for home-brewed liquor, believe you me- but that shit that appears out of nowhere? Food doesn't do that.

[Nami's used to being the only person on her crew who examines things too much.]

Not until you turn up in weird places like this, anyway. I assume the Atroma... I don't know, beam it aboard or something when stocks get low.

If it worries you, or if you just hate the taste, stock up on stuff every time we pass a place that sells food. At least you can be more sure of it.

[Plus it tastes better.]

Couldn't care less about the taste- [ who the hell knows what he has consumed these past four years when desperate times became desperate measures, but that's not a topic of conversation right now... well, it is but it isn't. ]

But i'll keep an eye out for intergalactic grocery stores.

[...heh. She gives him a wry smile.]

The waystations we pass out here are all automated. They take a bit of getting used to, and they don't cater to just us. Just...you know. To warn you, if you find something like jeans for eight-legged people.

[ Wow just... he's not even sure how to feel about. ]

I shouldn't even be surprised, should I.

You get stuck in these places long enough, nothing surprises you anymore. Steep learning curve for new people. I don't know if I'm luckier for getting used to the place; it means I've been here too long.

How long's it been for you?

About nine months now. Probably about that long in the place before this. [She frowns.] I fell asleep for a while here, the way Cas has-- woke up with new memories from home. But I don't know if that means I actually left here for a week or two.

[ Let's just navigate around the Cas topic, here-- ]

Sounds like astral projection.

[And here Nami thought she was the navigator.]

That, or someone mentioned memories updating on the augment. That's kind of out of my league. We don't even have computers in my world.

[ Well. Okay maybe she can navigate as long as it doesn't have to do with Cas. Maybe. Sort of. ]

... And i'm supposed to be comfortable with leaving this thing in my head.

[ Uh-huh. That is a catastrophe waiting to happen. Granted, he knows he has no memories to update to, but that's hardly the point. ]

Oh hell no. Anyone who told you that should be thrown out the nearest airlock. Augments have been glitching something fierce across the Fleet the past couple weeks, and it's not the first time, either. They put that stuff in our head deliberately to mess with us.

[The info trade-off isn't worth it.]

I'm just not supposed to take it out.

That's because they're tamper proof.

...I can probably find you a report on what happened the last time someone tried.

[ He just... sort of waves his hand dismissively. ]

It sucked. I get it.

Good. [Because she's lazy. But Dean can work it out for himself pretty quickly if he ever tries.]

Anything else I can help you with, or should I just get you another drink?

[ Oh, he'll figure it out. One of these days. Probably soon. ]

I'd take another beer. [ As if he'd say no. ]

[Please don't lobotomise yourself, Dean.]

You got it. I assume you like the one you had? [She's getting more of the same.]

You pick a good beer, i'll give you that much.

[ Bring on the boooooze. ]

I know what my customers will like. It's a talent.

[Well, it's more tactful than saying no, you ordered this before. She gets the impression he could be a little twitchy about that.]

Here you go. [It's also some of the better beer here. She'll give him taste.]