[D1EE] Taste Testing (OPEN)

[Nimi Roth]

Whenever visiting a new town, even a small one like Kandra's Run, the best place to get a taste of the local flavor, in every sense of the word, was to visit the local bars.

It didn't take long for Nimi to realize that this might not be the right local bar. The "hello dear" from the proprietor certainly didn't suggest the sort of place where one might perform illicit or semi-licit exchanges. Still... she was there.

Nimi sat in an open booth with a good view of the room, drink in hand. She sipped from it slowly; whether savoring or just taking her time wasn't entirely clear.

[Tomin]

Tomin drags in after a day of helping where needed, orders the sappy rum, and pauses to look at the band schedule and announcements pinned up around them. Course, that schedule assumed the place wasn't overrun by Mandolorians in the near future. Spotting Nimi, she heads over with a wave. "Heard you and the ship had some excitement in the fight. Doing OK?"

[Nimi Roth]

Spotting Tomin, Nimi gave a smirky sort of smile and, somehow, a smirky sort of wave.

"Hey, Tomin. You heard about that, huh? Yeah, we're fine. Well, I am anyway." Nimi grimaced. "The Accident took a bit of a beating. But luckily, Snowflake was there. He handled it in a very unique sort of way."

She waved (non-smirkily) to the seat opposite her. "Have a seat. The local drinks are pretty good, actually. Like licking a tree, but in a good way."

[Tomin]

"Yeah, heard from Snowy at the line for..uh 'patching boo-boos'" She'd make air quotes if she weren't holding a drink. "Knight Flora's probably been pulled from duty tending younglings...at a guess."

She slides into the seat, drink angling in for a landing on the table. She didn't always trust her depth perception with dead wood; it could vary in the force depending on when it was cut and kind of tree and what kind of place it held for people...and alter felt different than a shop table, usually. Though some drank pretty religiously at the bar.

"Yeah, had it before. My brother brought some over to toast Oslet's new twins a few years back." There's a pause as she wonders how they're faring, twins and all, quickly covered with a resinous sip of her rum.

"Snowy said something about a misunderstanding and the fight ending 'cause someone was hungry?" On anyone with eyebrows, there'd be a lifted one with that tone of question-with-a-side-of-confusion-and-dash-of-disbelief.

[Nimi Roth]

Nimi's teeth flashed whitely; perhaps Tomin would detect that as a flash of fond amusement instead. "Snowy doesn't see things quite the way the rest of us do. It's funny how someone that big and strong can make you want to protect them from all the bad things in the galaxy."

She shrugged, even as she took another sip of her own drink. "Anyway, it's all fine. Oh, a bunch of my stuff got wrecked, but..." She took a quick conspiratorial look around, "-is it bad business if I say 'whatever, it's just stuff'? Even if I had just finished sorting it out."

Nimi tossed back the rest with a bit of a grimace, and waved for another; it was dropped off not long after with another "Here you are, dearie". She refocused on Tomin. "You have, huh? Don't suppose you know anyone around town? I met the mayor, earlier. Definitely don't envy her."

[Tomin]

"It's the fur," Tomin opines confidently. "He's like that giant stuffed toy we all wished our parents could afford to get us from the adverts, only actually walking around and chatting with us. We'd want to protect him anyway, but then you get to know him and you *really* want to make sure nothing cuts through that hide." She sips her own drink with a slight wrinkle of her nose at the fumes. "Thankfully, not much can cut through it. Glad it was just stuff and not you or Snowy. Stuff's replaceable."

There's a small grin at 'dearie' directed at Nimi, and she asks for whatever they've got on the stove that's filling and free of tentacles. Inlander born and bred, she's a bit pickier about what she'll eat from the vast ocean.

"Most of my time's spent on the other continent. I know Ms Vix there since I've made a run or three here for the music over the years. Ought to go see what help the Mayor could use though, since we're so suddenly on her front step here." She holds the next sip under her tongue for a long moment, letting the vapor steam up the back of her nose and letting herself remember how it's connected to this space and the forest all around them. Also absorbing the alcohol into the blood vessels there right quick.

"How about you? Where's your usual haunts, and did you get out this way much?"

[Nimi Roth]

Nimi openly grinned at that. "You know, I actually traded a crate of giants stuffed toys that looked a lot like him once to a Rodian. I almost kept one for myself, but, well..." She sighed, faux-wistfully. "Seller's remorse, it's a real thing, I tell you."

Tomin would also win a "dearie" from the proprietor, along with a wrinkly smile, however she saw that. Non-tentacles turned out to be 'Forest Stew', very thick, with a local purple tuber and pale blue berries.

"Yeah, first time here, too. Not my usual kind of place, but this stuff is actually pretty good." Miri waggled both eyebrows and half-full glass of rum. "I moved around a lot, but Kandra's Run was just never on my map."

She leaned back in her seat, affecting a casual pose. "Right? I mean, we did literally drop out of the sky right onto her doorstep. You get elected mayor of a small town, and BOOM!" She raised her hands, leaving glass on the table. "Suddenly, a Republic battlecruiser." Chuckling softly, Nimi raised her glass for another sip. "She has my sympathies, that's for sure."

[Tomin]

"Battlecruiser and incoming Mandalorians," Tomin adds dryly as she digs into the stew. "They've got some snowberries in here? Nice. They're out of season at home already."

"Where would you have put a giant toy though? Strap it in the gunnery seat?" She pauses. "On second thought, probably useful anytime you want folks to think there's more people on the ship than there are. Remorse seems sensible."

"It probably wouldn't have survived the attack though." She tips in a thick-looking sauce of some sort with a savory smell tinged with a bit of the same resin lacing the drinks. "Speaking of the attack, you see anyone looking like...well with a Jedi's weapon in the lot trying to mess up your ship?"

[Nimi Roth]

"You underestimate my creativity." Nimi said, smirking. "Just think of all the roles itcould fill! Co-pilot, strap a set of knuckledusters to its hands when I needed some muscle, give 'em a suit when I need a respectable partner. I'm sure pretend-Snowflake could fill many roles." She nodded earnestly.

The question earned Tomin a quick double-take. "What, you mean like a lightsaber? No. Did you?" Nimi groaned. "We're not being attacked by Mandalorians and evil Jedi, are we?"

[Tomin]

"Weeelll...maybe renegade Jedi in Mandolorian armor? Seems so. At least one. But they're dead now." She lifts her drink in a mini toast. "Here's to them not having more than one of those around!" Even as she sipped it, she felt something twitching the edge of her nerves and very much suspected the universe was not going to grant that wish.

"Just deck out real Snowflake when you need someone respectable for like...what? Diplomatic meetings? Fancy dinners?" The rough mug clunks to the table a bit harder than intended-damn force-based depth perception-as she adds, "guaranteed some decent conversation then."

[Nimi Roth]

"Ill drink to that!" Nimi said cheerfully, raising her glass. "It's bad enough dealing with regular Mandalorian invaders. Let's please not also have them have lightsabers? Or... more lightsabers?"

She didn't toss back the rest of her glass, but she took a generous sip. "Yeah, I mean, I guess I could. But Snowflake kinda does his own thing, y'know? And sure, he can punch out badguys, but I want to protect him from shady deals and criminal... meanies!" Nimi chuckled at that.

She set down her glass, lips twisting wryly. "Of course, things are different now, aren't they? It's less about making a few credits, and more about helping Obroa-Skai. Not that I'm against making a few credits along the way..."

[Tomin]

"If I get a lead on any kind of shipping that's *not* war-profiteering, I'll send em your way." Tomin sounds sincere, and rather specific about the sort of illegal shipping she's not down for. The other sorts are probably fine then? "But yeah, I'd guess the credits don't flow well for most businesses during wars. At least if you have the well-being of your community in mind at all" She glances toward the proprietor here with a quieter, "barring a ship landing hard next to town with a bunch of folks who might have a few credits to spend on stuff that doesn't taste like ration bars."

"And Snowflake definitely should be protected from criminals." She nods as she focuses on her stew. "Though it's hard to live outside the towns and not do some business with them, you know? The gang's pretty pervasive out there."