John had shrugged his shoulders, not caring either way if Avelo followed or not, the choice would be up to him.  Once he had situated himself and had listened to the possibly first of many questions, John picked up a glass and the bottle of very weak, in terms of alcohol, wine and poured himself a glass and taking a sip before trying to catch up.  "All of this is mine yes and I lug it around with me unless we're under attack and the ship is destroyed or something, and most rooms are not like this when it comes to private quarters.  Before you ask, there are usually bunk beds set up to hold more than one person in the same room at a time to allow more personnel to be on board at a time.  Private quarters like this are reserved for commanding officers and the like."  When she had picked up the banana, and asked what it was, John had to fight to not burst out laughing at her puzzled expression.  He bit his lip and had to remind himself that she was not of this galaxy before he could answer without busting a gut.  "That is a banana, an Earth born plant that is quite good back home if you're into fruits and vegetables.  You peel the outer skin away and eat the pulpy center, casting the shell into a waste basket or trash compactor, depending on what's available.  So, what do you do when you're not ruling an entire empire Michelle?  What do Atlanticans do in their free time?"  He asked, taking another sip of his wine while he waited for a response.