<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/Andoran_Female_portrait_150x200.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Chief Petty Officer Par (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/KalinaPar_zh%27Yor)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The bar, heading back to her table<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ensign Maira Snowpaw,  Angelica Blancas, Ensign Denevis Tho, open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Sheesh! I'd hate to hear what you call the order if a Klingon asks for his favourite..." Par giggled. A side order of roaches indeed! In fact, she'd eaten in a Klingon restaurant on Star Base Fifteen and had thoroughly enjoyed the experience which had her human companions turning the same colour as the Orion next to her. "Out of interest, if someone orders a rare steak, do you call up a slice of undercooked ruminant muscle?" She winked playfully at the listener, then grinned at the green skinned male before gathering her glasses and heading back to the table where her date waited, indeed the woman was mumbling to herself again.<br/><br/>Par sat down and placed the glass of fruit juice in front of the woman. "Are you sure you don't want something to eat? Well I suppose you can share mine if you like, although I don't know many humans who can eat Andorian food." She grinned. "For some reason those that do tend to remove the shells from the beetles first". She shrugged. Personally I find the consumption of ground up grass seeds to be quite repulsive, and yet your species makes all sorts of things from them, even your beer, which is really strange."<br/><br/>Par lifted her glass and said something that the universal translator struggled with fora second and then spat out the word "Cheers". She grinned and took a long pull. "Damn but that's good! So, my pretty pink-skin, tell me of these spirit guides? I am interested to see if they have any parallel in my own culture".