We do our best. It's - well, we're all from different universes, but we trust one another that far. It seems to work well enough.
[It has occurred to her that if anyone wanted to cause trouble, joining community organisations like the militia might be just the way to do it. She'd justified the unpaid work on the grounds that it was done that way out on isolated frontier colonies, but on those colonies every able person would be militia-trained! Here they're self-selecting, and her noble intentions might not be shared by everyone.]
[Tanya's response about the wine, and that grimace, make her regret her words. Yes, she'd had watered wine as an apprentice on the Prosperity and that had been normal - but she'd also spent some time trapped in a far more nightmarish bubble universe, where she'd had people question whether she, a certified Tradeline lieutenant, should be permitted to drink. Earthers. She recalls her anger only too clearly, her frustration at the suggestion that she should have to ask someone older for permission, every time. Naturally she'd responded that she'd rather not drink at all than be put through that humiliation.
She'd had whatever she wanted in the end, of course. So how can she treat this girl differently? Lieutenant Tayrey has her faults, but hypocrisy isn't among them.]
It's not for me to tell you what you can and can't drink. I didn't know your preference. If you want wine, that's your lookout, and I'd happily share a table with you sometime. If you don't, the coffee here is excellent.
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[It has occurred to her that if anyone wanted to cause trouble, joining community organisations like the militia might be just the way to do it. She'd justified the unpaid work on the grounds that it was done that way out on isolated frontier colonies, but on those colonies every able person would be militia-trained! Here they're self-selecting, and her noble intentions might not be shared by everyone.]
[Tanya's response about the wine, and that grimace, make her regret her words. Yes, she'd had watered wine as an apprentice on the Prosperity and that had been normal - but she'd also spent some time trapped in a far more nightmarish bubble universe, where she'd had people question whether she, a certified Tradeline lieutenant, should be permitted to drink. Earthers. She recalls her anger only too clearly, her frustration at the suggestion that she should have to ask someone older for permission, every time. Naturally she'd responded that she'd rather not drink at all than be put through that humiliation.
She'd had whatever she wanted in the end, of course. So how can she treat this girl differently? Lieutenant Tayrey has her faults, but hypocrisy isn't among them.]
It's not for me to tell you what you can and can't drink. I didn't know your preference. If you want wine, that's your lookout, and I'd happily share a table with you sometime. If you don't, the coffee here is excellent.