Carthrat's journey into space - Round 3! Heaven or Hell!

[Anastasia]

He thinks about a moment, then shrugs. "Naw. I'll just take it from your estate when you kick it," Oddly, he sound quite serious there, though a smile is on his face.

[Carthrat]

"Feh. I'll outlive you, Tir," says Carthrat, nodding. "By hook or by crook, I'll be the one attending a funeral. You're just too damn reckless. That's your trouble. Always throwing yourself into a situation without calmly and rationally thinking about what you're doing."

He rubs the back of his head. "Either way, like I'd have anything so dignified as an 'estate'."

[Anastasia]

Tir just snorts at that, walking on. Shortly ahead is the 'grilling place' mentioned, a little open air thing with the most wonderful smells coming from it. Around a central bar, there are grilling panels to cook your food and such, exotic offerings from various worlds about.

[Carthrat]

"This is good," says Carthrat, taking a seat which allows him to look out into the crowd. "Say, Rachel, ever had Korean barbeque?"

[Anastasia]

Rachel nods, sitting on one of the red plastic bar seats. The smells are to die for at this range, a server coming over, bald and black skinned, with oddly little gills on the side of his neck. "What can I get you," he asks,  putting a menu in front of Carthrat...

[Carthrat]

Carthrat glances through the menu, gesturing to Tir and Rachel. "Sit, sit. I think we'd better let Tir do the ordering, hadn't we, Rachel? Any known allergies or methods of fooding we should know about?"

[Anastasia]

Rachel merely shakes her head, Tir getting the attention of the server. "Yeah. I think we'd like three..." A pause while he looks at the menu. "Let's just go with three of these variety platters," he decides.  Going off, the chef gets your stuff while Tir leans back. "We start after this, Rat?"

[Carthrat]

"Not quite. We should probably grab the news or something," notes Carthrat. "I don't wanna find out that my name is currently reviled as the bringer of galactic doom, or anything."

[Anastasia]

"You're not that important in the scheme of things," Tir retorts as the platters of uncooked food arrive without comment by the server. A quick swipe of Tir's C card later and the server leaves.

"Hell, I'm guessing that the name Carthrat'll get a lot of blank looks."

[Carthrat]

"It never hurt to be cautious," notes Carthrat, blandly. "As it stands, Slicing Gale has plenty influence enough to make life difficult for me without taking a shot."

[Anastasia]

"True enough," Tir nods, taking the food out and starting with the grill. "Even if they don't catch you, I wouldnt' take out any credit in your name for the next few years."

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, you'll just stick around me," laughs Carthrat. "Face it, Tir, you'd be nothing without me!

Besides, I was notorious in my time," he continues, leaning back in his chair. "Though, admittedly, not in this sector. I never really came out here.. too far, not profitable enough. Nothing much ever *happens* here, after all."

[Anastasia]

Beginning to cook his food over the heat panel, Tir snorts. "Still having delusions of gradeur, Rat? Anyway, I don't think that's going to be a problem."

[Carthrat]

"I didn't think I was going to get ambushed in the first place," continues Carthrat, snorting. "Excuse *me* for being paranoid."

[Anastasia]

Biting back another sarcastic barb as he quick cooks the first set of meat, Tir goes on. "ANYWAY, you were saying you wanted to go get the news? Why don't you while I cook the meal, there should be a 'net portal around here."