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Drake pulled out an oversized florescent green t-shirt emblazoned with “Rylan’s Landscaping Service” and handed it to her. He retrieved his sweat pants from the night before; he’d barely worn them an hour.
“Let’s see what we can find in the kitchen to eat,” Drake said. “I have eggs and bread, milk and cereal, ham and cheese. I could make omelets.”
“I have omelet before, is good,” she smiled.
“Then omelets it is.” He paused. “What kind of food do you eat on Narova?”
“Some like Earth, but no eat animals. Grow protein from tissue---no killing.”
“Is it okay to eat animal eggs and cheese from animal milk?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. “We make like foods in tissue farming. My farm grow vegetables, fruits, and grains. Like Earth but computer runs machines and does all work.”
“What do you do?”
“I make garden, make art, learn about Earth, learn your language, monitor farm computer.”
“I guess my next question is what will I do there?” Drake opened a cupboard and took out a frying pan and another for a bowl. He got a whisk from the utensil drawer and then went to the refrigerator for eggs and cheese.
“Make landscape art?”
“Don't you have machines to do that?” he asked breaking eggs into the bowl. He went back to the refrigerator to get milk, poured a little into the eggs in the bowl then returned the jug to the fridge.
“Machines farm not make art like you make,meomee.You worry, miss Earth?”
“I am. But, I want to go to your world, too,” he said as he added a dash of salt and pepper to the mixture. “When I was a kid, I was fascinated by space travel and watched all the science fiction shows and wished I could go out there. I gave up that dream when I realized that we could probably never go to other star systems in my lifetime---but thanks to those pirates I already have.”
Zya came to his side and put her arm around him. While it was hard to get the right words, she understood his dilemma. “I no hurry go back, Drake. Only want go with you---or stay with you. No need choose now. Bonding now, choose after.”
He put down the whisk and turned to give her a hug. “I think I understand. We have to be together, and we can work this all out as we see how we fit together---out of bed.” He smiled down at her and placed a quick kiss on her nose and made himself go back to fixing breakfast. It would have been way too easy to climb back into bed together, but he hadn't eaten since lunch the previous day and had no idea when Zya last ate. So, he forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand.
“I like coffee in the morning, what can I get you. I have juice, milk, flavored tea in bottles.”
“Coffee sweet.” she said.
“Me, too.” he smiled and paused to fill the coffee maker before he started cooking the omelets. Then he showed Zya how to make the toast while he cooked the eggs.
A few minutes later they were sitting in the breakfast nook in the kitchen eating together.
“You make food good,meomee,” Zya told him. “Machine make food on Narova.”
“What's the fun in that?”
“Time do other things.” Zya shrugged. “We find things do.”
“No doubt,” he grinned a little wickedly.
Zya gave a little laugh at his expression, “Not just fuck.”
“It's more than just fucking, sweetheart. It's making love---bonding. That's how I feel when I am in you and wrapped in your arms.” he said. “There are lots of words for sex, but we are making love. Isn't that whatmeomeeis?
“Yes,meomee.”She smiled and took a sip of her coffee. “Fuck close Narovian wordfuka (foo'kah)---meomeesex.”
“Here it's a crude word for sex close to cursing.Fukais much better. I'm glad you told me. It surprised me to hear that word come out of your pretty mouth. Now I see how you meant it.”
