Jey ordered some kind of alien platter for the two of them. Max couldn't tell whether it was supposed to be pub grub or high-society fare, but the crispy leaves made a pretty goddamn good substitute for potato chips. He ate with his hands and talked with his mouth full, and Jey didn't seem to mind. They exchanged smalltalk and polite lies until the androgynous stranger mentioned something about a gunfight, causing Max to instantly snap to alertness. No rest for the wicked.
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