<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/BTN8kIs.jpg])</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ensign Jodi Kanenfodr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305472.msg14889951#msg14889951)<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Sidewalk Near the Park<br/><strong>What:</strong>Trouble - It's What's for Dinner<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Unlike Joyeuse, Jodi did not know exactly what that look meant. But she had been in enough sticky situations to recognize one coming from a parsec away. (A parsec being, as certain writers of science fiction seem to have forgotten, a unit of distance and not a unit of time.) The problem was, there was no easy way to get out of it - not surprising as that is precisely the condition that qualifies a situation as sticky in the first place. Besides, there seemed to be a free dinner on the table, and Jodi had by now learned that in the 21st century, standing in front of your fridge and saying, "Dinner," did little good. Besides, how bad could it really be?<br/><br/>Famous last thoughts there.<br/><br/>"OK. Fine. Dinner. Tell me where and I'll explain to you why messing with the timeline is so dangerous, just so you don't go ahead and buy next week's lottery numbers."<br/><br/>Now she turned to try and deal with the other girl. "Um... could you... uh... unwrap yourself from me now? I think the battle's over. Though all those geese with guns... uh... might be problematic in the future."