<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)  (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5f/MaikaTorokMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>NPCs, Roj Gavon, Maika Torok<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 10, 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Park<br/><strong>With:</strong>T'chak<br/><hr/>Roj walked along the edge of the green space, keeping close to the perimeter. They passed a few Zentraedi-sized shops that were built into the walls of the chamber, clear indication how many Zentran and Meltran had become very much part of human society over the last twenty years. Here a metal plaque identified a branch of the Lunar Mining Consortium, a placard next to it offering jobs for qualified laser drill operators. Next came a music and video store, a brightly lit display window next to the door showcasing some of the latest releases, followed by a dry cleaning and tailoring business.<br/><br/>The next business along the way was the one Roj had been looking for. The Copper Kettle was just another small store front, an open door in the wall and a hand-painted sign stating the restaurants name and opening hours. All that set it apart from its neighbors were a handful of chairs and a few small tables outside. It wasn't much to look at, but business was good, all seats taken by Zentran and Meltran eating from giant-sized bowls or munching on whole loafs of bread provided in baskets on each table.<br/><br/>As they waited for a table to clear, Roj greeted a few people he knew, many of them seated on the balcony that formed the 'street' of the micronian shopping district situated above the Zentraedi businesses. By the looks of them, at least some of the eaters there were micronized Zentraedi, and several of them group were in military uniform. "What's for supper, Lieutenant?" The green-haired Zentran technician asked. "In this batch? Mostly cabage and pork, I'd say, some beef too," one of the tiny people replied, a red-haired, muscular woman who was only tiny compared to the giants, but stood about six feet tall. The blue of her jumpsuit marked her as a pilot, or at least part of the fighter wing personnel.<br/><br/>Feeding giants wasn't easy, supply almost always a problem to some degree, at least when it came to fresh ingredients. Perpetual stew had become part of the answer for some restaurants that catered to Zentran and Meltran. Whatever was available could go into the pot, solving the supply problem other, more specialized restaurants ran into.