Vashir looked at his plate. He smiled to himself as he looked to Captain Zig. His gold lined pupils shone with a bit of mischief.
"Besides lovely, deadly Zoroka? I have ham, turkey, mashed potatoes, and mustn't forget the macaroni and cheese. Cover most of the meat and potatoes in gravy. A nice cold pint to wash it down."
Vashir unlaced a small hole in his cowl and started to enjoy his dinner. He drank his beer with a straw and carefully forked food into the unlaced hole. Though Vashir was careful in his slow, practiced feeding methods. Those with a keen eye might catch a glimpse of a blue tentacle or two guiding the fork inside the cowl.
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