Hey, Gully. [Okay, he is sort of enjoying this trip. Who else can say they've been on board a spaceship? He likes the peace and quiet, the food and drink on tap, the free rooms, the library, the music area. On Earth he's so wrapped up in trying to squeeze money for rent that he'd forgotten to occasionally stand back and enjoy life; on the ship he spends his days writing music and playing. It's fantastic.
Leo's here for lunch, actually. Brunch? Dinner? He doesn't know what the time is, and it's great. He leans his elbows against the counter and considers what to have for lunch, looking down over at where Gulliver is playing with yellow powder.] What's that, pal?
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Leo's here for lunch, actually. Brunch? Dinner? He doesn't know what the time is, and it's great. He leans his elbows against the counter and considers what to have for lunch, looking down over at where Gulliver is playing with yellow powder.] What's that, pal?