“So yeah it’s like a whole commentary on capitalism, this thing humans were pretty fond of for a few hundred years,” Shon gushed as he held open the door for Kiama. “Bolians had that phase too, but we got over it a loooong time ago.” They stepped out of the Orpheum Theatre and onto the brightly lit streets of 23rd century San Fransisco, Earth. A crowd of assorted characters filed out behind them, filling the night air with the babbling of miscellaneous conversations about the production of Little Shop of Horrors they had just seen. “I can’t imagine capitalism would have ever been a thing on Betazed, considering how much it encourages stepping on others for personal gain.”

“I hope you liked it!” Shon said as he started guiding them down the street to a charging station that housed a pair of electric scooters. “I know it’s a lot different than what you’re used to, but maybe that’s a good thing right? Variety is the spice of life, after all.” He smiled, but was watching Kiama closely to gauge her reaction to the play he had suggested. Shon was nervous that he had just made his friend sit through something she hadn’t enjoyed.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)