In other words, nothing exactly out of the normal spectrum of daily events. It was nice to be able to have that sameness at times, and now was most definitely one of those times.

"Very good."

Kes tucked the datapad under a growing pile of other drudgery, looking back up to the Preita'rrou. A blink, and his eyes went to the box of sweetmeats.

"Is that how it's pronounced?"

He pulled the box back over in front of him, inspecting the embossed gold foil of the label.

"Baau'tai raau," he repeated, the words coming out a bit slower as he did his best to work his tongue around the Cizeri inflections.

"Interesting. Is it good?"