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A world that was renowned for sand did not offer much in the way of local foods. Meats were dried and salted to keep them preserved, and the only native plant was naturally in a sort of jerky state. The only place where there seemed to be any variety was the Iridian Port.

Though it had essentially been her choice, Iris was feeling a bit on the nostalgic side and craving genuine Iridian food. Which meant that her companion was left to suffer some of the most tough food and bare basic water for a meal.

Iridian Architecture was rather simplistic. It simply seemed like large pale blocks of stone piled upon other blocks of stone, cemented in place without a concern for the aesthetics. It probably was more about function than appearance.

The pub they ended up going to was simply just a building with a few tables and a set of stones to function as seats. There was a counter towards the back and several barrels set up, each with the supplies for some sort of dish.

Upon entering the simplistic facility, the Iridian senshi pulled her cloak from her head. "....we're here..." she said simplistically before just wandering to the nearest empty table.

"...this work okay?" she asked the foreigner as she glanced back to her.

The blonde nodded her head before she took a seat at the opposite stone.

"Yes, I tend to eat at different places a lot out here now. I don't travel in a clan like most Iridians, so I don't have the ability to store a lot of food for when I am around." The most she usually needed was about a month's food for when she attended to particular duties, which was dreadfully low compared to the supplies kept in a normal Clan.

"The Native Iridian food is easy to afford... it's the stuff that is imported that would require items of high value for bartering!" With her hair no longer covered by the cloak, the Iridian was able to ruffle at it a bit as she debated mentioning something else.

With a bit of pause, she added "Iridian food is a bit of an acquired taste in all honesty..." Iris had traveled and had the chance to see what other worlds considered to be the day-to-day meal. Very few worlds ranked beneath the Iridians when it came to meal quality. It probably had a lot to do with the availability of water if she were to venture.

"...So... did you have any other business here, or are you strictly acting as a tourist for your stay here?" Yes, Hvergelmir had mentioned this was an informal visit prior, but that didn't mean the senshi couldn't ask anyways.

The senshi leaned forward, setting her elbows upon the solid table as she considered the knight's question.

"...on world... there is only one that is restricted to solely me... the rest of the duties I attend to, any spiritual leader could do as well." Logic would have had the senshi talking about what her actual duty was, but Iridians did not like the idea of their secrets being put on display for strangers.

So instead the proceeded elsewhere in the conversation. "...off world, I am meant to maintain the good relations between the allied asteroids in this region. This is what takes up the majority of my time during the year."

At this point a teenager seemed to pop up out of nowhere and approached their table. The blonde smiled and leaned against her one hand, lifting the other hand and signaling "2" with her fingers.

"...this is when you show what you have to offer for the meal..." she commented to her companion, glancing back to the representative of the Cosmos.