Alexander would sit
dumbfounded for a few moments as he looked over the lines of text that he
couldn’t understand. His brow quirked up
for a moment before gazing back up at the alien woman who also happened to be
the chef, “I’m new here, so what do you suggest?”
She seemed to perk up
a little at being asked for her opinion, but she just laughed a little before
teasing the rim of the cap down a little lower.
“I knew you were green sir, but I didn’t expect you to be that
green. Welcome to Jun, my name is Reza
and it will be my pleasure to cook you up one of the many cultural dishes of
the planet.” Smiling brightly, she
flashed a row of white teeth before turning around briskly and offering
Alexander a clear view of her ass.
Lot of cushion for the pushin’….I’ll be damned
if she doesn’t have a boyfriend or is married by now. Great figure, full lips, legs that just don’t
quit and a rack that begs to be grabbed.
I sound like a pervert ready to whip it out. Alexander almost laughed at his own dirty thoughts, but he couldn’t
really help it, man hadn’t seen a woman in quite some time.
Leaning back in his
seat, he nodded to Reza as she began to cook, the scent of roasting garlic and
mushrooms making his mouth water involuntarily.
“My name is Alexander, a pleasure to meet you Reza.” As the words slipped from his mouth, the Scotsman
actually felt at piece for the first time in a long while, a semblance of
normality coming back to him. That
nightmare was over, life could go on and he could pick himself up and move on.
I’ll get back at that bastard one day. He ruined the life I had, but right now, I
can just enjoy the sunshine and the warmth for once.
Alexander couldn’t remember the last time he had been outside without
needing a jacket; here, he was almost sweating just wearing a t-shirt and a
pair of jeans. It was spring and the air
was warm and humid, drifting in almost as if they were seated dead center of a
rain forest. Jun’s scents were
everywhere, the strange perfumes of various fruits that he couldn’t pronounce
and the odd spices.
Around the corner,
some kids were laughing and dancing to an older alien playing a Spanish guitar
that had been brought to the planet by immigrants and adopted into their
musical system. Otherwise there were only pipes and other wind
instruments on the air delivering a soothingly sweet and natural sound that
almost lulled Alexander right to sleep.
He probably would have shut his eyes if not for the hypnotic movements
of Reza’s ass bobbing in time with the music.
Alexander found his
own hands beating with the sounds, keeping time as he found himself slowly
taking a liking to the culture here. It
felt alive, not just a cold imitation that the computers of the rest of the
universe had. While his metallic arm
felt like cold dead-weight here, he could still feel the joys of his heart
dancing in time with the beat, the simple pleasure of looking at a beautiful
woman and being enchanted by food that was freshly prepared rather than being
treated as pre-processed drivel.
“That smells
delicious.”
“I’m glad you think
so!” Reza was quick to reply, but the
skill which she handled a nice and just moved along through the lines of dishes
was enough to make him curious as to what she was preparing. He didn’t have to wait long.
What appeared before
him looked like two perfectly marinated chicken legs attached to an crunchy
insect body linked to the head. Reza
gave the head a simple tap before the gut opened up into a red and blue swirl
of intestines cooked with various strips of what could be mistaken for bacon,
apple and some manner of cheese. All of
it smelled absolutely heavenly and the plate was soaked with the juices of the
meat.
Around the sides,
Alexander could see that there was a form of rice that had been planted down
there giving it a nice bed to lay on.
Furthermore the yellow grains had flakes of green dispersed through
them. Whatever it was, it seemed healthy
enough and the man took no time to dig into it.
The first bite was quickly followed by a second as he couldn’t get
enough, the taste was like nothing he had ever experienced before. A heavy texture with a consistency like
butter that melted right into his mouth, the meat was full of flavor that brimmed
in a mixture of something slightly salty with garlic, a hint of nutmeg, onion
all crisped up in its own fats and served in this perfect package that accented
the flavors. Savory and oozing with its
own juices, it was all that Alexander could do not to wolf it all down.
