Myitt hiccups, her head resting on her arm.
"Bartender, hey, buddy, can I have some water?" she says, waving him over dramatically.
The bartender frowns and hands her a glass of tap water.
Myitt peers down at it skeptically. "This got any placozoans in it?"
The bartender just stares at her.
"Whatever, just as long as it ain't gonna kill us," she says, draining the glass. "Too many damn parasites in this body to begin with." She giggles a little at her own bravado.
Corliss raises and eyebrow, watching his brother. "How much have you had to eat today?" he asks Tara.
"Only a few...um...well I had some cereal," Myitt...or Tara...says thoughtfully.
"Uh huh," Corliss says with finality. "Barkeep, please bring over something edible, will ya please?"
The bartender, who had been serving someone else, looks up at Corliss. He heaves a soundless sigh and disappears into the walk-in freezer behind the bottles of booze.
While Corliss is patting Myitt on the back, his eyes meet Terenia's main Andalite eyes. He feels a strange sort of lurch in Mike's stomach--he wasn't particularly attracted to Efaen, after all, she was an Andalite and she probably wouldn't blink if he were blown to smithereens. But he looks away again nonetheless, knowing who was behind those alien eyes.
"No more drinking for you, mate, until you've 'ad a proper tea," says Corliss, squeezing Myitt's shoulder.
"Don't do that, you'll--hic--upset the stupid thing with the...the...vagus nerve. Don't do that," Myitt says, mumbling at the bar counter.
