[The whole environment reminds Kevin of an extremely disorganized factory specialized on the manufacturing of...things. Fortunately, one of the most valuable lessons Kevin has learned in his relatively short time spent with humans was to have a sense of humor. Navarro's comment brings a smile to his face, which is immediately interrupted by the sudden realization that everybody is staring at him.
He tilts his head in a short salute and takes a couple of tentative steps into that realm of things that don't make any lick of sense. Do dorfs eat chicken? Are blue-armed aliens allergic to tea? Is this poor peasant offering someone's relative for lunch between two slices of delicious multigrain bread? If only he had asked himself those weighty questions before! With so many multiculturalist pitfalls, it is no wonder that he almost misses the Spanish Inquisition.]
I-I hope everything is to your satisfaction, sir.
[The wicker basket is presented with no small trepidation.]
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He tilts his head in a short salute and takes a couple of tentative steps into that realm of things that don't make any lick of sense. Do dorfs eat chicken? Are blue-armed aliens allergic to tea? Is this poor peasant offering someone's relative for lunch between two slices of delicious multigrain bread? If only he had asked himself those weighty questions before! With so many multiculturalist pitfalls, it is no wonder that he almost misses the Spanish Inquisition.]
I-I hope everything is to your satisfaction, sir.
[The wicker basket is presented with no small trepidation.]