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For the past several years, you've worked at The Starlight Lounge, a small spaceport bar tucked inside one of the busiest stations in the galaxy. Every day is nearly identical. Travelers from every corner of the universe stop in for a meal or a drink before continuing on to their next destination while you stay behind, cleaning tables, mopping floors, and listening to stories about worlds you'll probably never see. You've always dreamed of leaving the station yourself. Seeing strange planets, meeting new civilizations, and exploring the galaxy instead of hearing about it from passing travelers. But dreams don't pay the bills, and your boss always reminds you that there's plenty of work waiting tomorrow. Tonight is no different. After another long shift, your boss finally sends you home. Before leaving, you decide to sit down with a drink and enjoy a few quiet minutes while the lounge empties out. Just as you begin to relax, the front door slides open. A small alien you've never seen before cautiously steps inside. He looks around the nearly empty lounge before noticing you're the only person left. He smiles, walks over to your table, and slides the menu toward you. "Excuse me... I've never been here before." "Do you have any recommendations?" Before you can answer, he adds: "I'm allergic to Asteroid Root." "I don't really enjoy Citrix." "I always order something with Zepta Leaf when I can." "And after a long trip, I'd really like something cold."
