The little pub was uncomfortably warm with the fire going.  Trent wondered why they even had a fire going, it was the desert and even though it was growing dark and the air was growing cool, he just didn't see the point in it.  "I'm guessing we might hit the next port in time, it would be nice if we did anyway.  Why you plan on throwing me a party?"<br/><br/>He chuckled, but the laughter was short lived when he saw the coin.  "Kira, come..." he sighed, he had wanted to pay for the meal, but it looked as if that wasn't going to happen.  Or if he did it would be because she made it that way.  In a bland voice he called it, "Tails."