“Thank you, kind sir,” Glenda said.
Again the guy. beamed.
“Just grab a seat and I’ll rustle you up some of my best grub.”
At that moment I wanted to bang my translator pendant on the bar to make it work right.
“Nothing special,” she said, smiling at the guy and winking.
He beamed again, his face red as he turned and headed for a back room. It seemed Glenda could charm just about any guy, no matter what dimension. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
She picked up her orange drink, indicated that I do the same, and then headed for a table in the corner, a little ways away from the rest of the patrons. I followed her, taking a chair with my back to the wall so I could see everything going on.
After we were both seated I whispered to her, “You can understand him?”
She shrugged. “Mostly going with the flow.”
“So we’re going to have to eat grubs,” I whispered, “to go with the flow?”
I had never eaten a grub, and wasn’t excited about having my first now.
She laughed and patted my hand. “I think ‘grub’ means food in this dimension.”
“Well, that’s a relief.”
“Yeah, isn’t it.”
I took a tentative sip of my drink and damn near spat it all over the table. It wasn’t orange juice at all. It tasted like pulped carrots. Sour-tasting carrots.
“Interesting,” Glenda said after taking a drink. Then she turned to me and made a face that only I could see. She didn’t much like it either.
I glanced around at the other patrons in the place. Everyone had a glass of the carrot drink in front of them. It looked as if it was the only drink the place served.