"No, I don't think I'll ever understand why you fleeters decide to live with so little free time. But it's agreed then. We'll all go have a look at the Fork together so you all can think about just what you're missing once you're back on the Potential. What about you, Max, are you coming as well?" He slaps the counselor hard on his back.
"It sounds very interesting. I actually came to the planet on a freighter but it was a terrible experience. Loud engines, outdated Warp technology, very limited selection in their replicators. I'm glad I was only on there for a day. But that reminds me: Maybe we should get something to eat. If you are hungry, that is. I know how awkward it is to go eat somewhere if you're not. Wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. Although I've had to do it more than a few times. As counselor, you have to go to quite a few dinner parties and they don't always line up with my internal clock. Actually, they rarely do. A Ta'asi day lasts 31,4 hours and my organism still doesn't want to adjust to..." His voice trails off as he realizes just how much he's ben rambling again.