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[transfundere]

"Please leave a message. Should you require immediate medical assistance, please seek closer help and I will attend you as soon as possible."

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[deuceoftears]

Ah. The Admiral did...provide something, once. As a Christmas present, at my inmate's request. But I suspect it was rather difficult even for him to procure and as I don't really need it to live...

[Jedao doesn't feel entitled to ask. He also doesn't entirely want to find out what the Admiral would say, either way: no would emphasize what a freak he is, that his proper food is such a bizarre conglomeration of gatespace energies that it can't be acquired easily; yes would make him feel stupid for not asking earlier and like a freak when he actually got to have it. Not to mention the logistics of keeping regular organic matter safe from any corpselight radiation.]

My next deal is going to involve my own physiology, including fixing taste, hopefully. What should I eat first, when I get it?

[transfundere]

[ He nods to the first, because he can certainly understand that point. After all, he hadn't asked for similar reasons. He had assumed that if the Admiral could do better, he would have. And that the idea that he could have blood that harmed no living being was a miracle enough.

Thus he turns his thoughts to the second. ]

Boeuf bourguignon. It was a favorite of my mother and I admit that when I think of something that could be savored after a long time of dissatisfaction, few other dishes come close.

[deuceoftears]

I'll plan to look forward to it, then.

[Perhaps rather sooner than his deal, if his latest scheme comes together.]

[transfundere]

And I look forward to hearing your opinion on it.