Sherril Orbital, Witch Head Sector HW-W c1-9 - 3305-11-15 08:23, Galactic Standard Time Jennifer Ng pushed the congealed remains of her breakfast around the plate. She wasn't hungry, but if she didn't at least make an attempt to finish it, then Pierre, the owner and barman of Un Petit Verre, wouldn't serve her more wine. And she wanted more wine. She forced down a few more fork fulls of beans, toasted bread, & "sausage" made of myco-protein, grains, and algae. It didn't taste bad. It tasted pretty good, if she was honest with herself. It was just that she didn't seem to have much appetite these days. She hadn't really felt like eating much since waking up on the rescue ship. However, her efforts seemed to be enough this morning: Pierre walk over, picked up the plate, and left a small bulb of wine in its place, with a curt nod. Jennifer picked it up and took a drink. It was fruity and spi...