<div align="center"><hr/><em><strong>Gamoran and Hyperion Speaking of Yogurt and Other Important Things</strong></em><hr/></div><br/>Gamoran tilted his head at the large teenager.  Something told him he was more than he seemed... call it what you like, but his instincts were rarely wrong about those kinds of things.  Of course he couldn't be certain exactly what was off about him, but whether it be special training or superhuman abilities, he suspected there was more to him than met the eye.  He looked down at the offered frozen treat and the spoon... then back at the big guy.  He offered a nod and took the spoon, but left the container in the teen's other hand.  He took the spoon and scooped a small bit of the yogurt up and proceeded to taste it.  His eyes went wide and he blinked.<br/><br/><strong>"By the cosmos!  This is... this is"...</strong><br/><br/>He handed the spoon back as he tried to compose himself.<br/><br/><strong>"Ahem.  That was very pleasant.  Thank you.  I think I'll get one of my own."</strong><br/><br/>He sighed inwardly and turned back toward the yogurt stand... getting in line as his thoughts churned.<em>Damn it, Gamoran... can you try any harder to seem like an alien?  These Terrans probably eat that... wonderful stuff every day since birth and you made it seem like you've never had it before.  Yes, you never -have- had it before but you don't have to make it seem that way!</em>He waited and when it was his turn he ordered the same thing that Mark had ordered, paying with a few pieces of paper that he had been given to help him blend in.  Galactic credits were apparently no good here, so this "money" was what he had to use.  It all seemed silly to him.  He took his treat and walked back over to Mark if he hadn't wandered off in the meantime, offering a nod.<br/><br/><strong>"You seem friendlier than most Terr- er, than most people that I've encountered here.  My name is Gamoran."</strong>