Mikodez says cheerily, “It's lucky that Andan Rii’s projects require nothing like a gravity tractor, this time. I’m sure there won’t be any irreversible changes to the room. But just in case,” nodding at the still monumental pile of edible fidget spinner snacks, “We can offer them some of these.” The plate gets sealed in a half meter tall presentation box. Unfortunately it was made using the matter printer, and glitter spangled words are still visible against the night blue sides from an angle.
[If anyone cared to make the stanza out, it's not actually in cipher, just an near unreadable font of the high language, and recognizable with space internet as something by a famous poet from about a century before this time. “He visits my town once a year/He fills my mouth with kisses and nectar/I spend all my money on him/Who, girl, your man?”
With apologies to Amir Khusrow. The punchline is, of course, "A Mango." (\o/ links 1, 2!]
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Date: 2017-08-15 11:34 pm (UTC)[If anyone cared to make the stanza out, it's not actually in cipher, just an near unreadable font of the high language, and recognizable with space internet as something by a famous poet from about a century before this time. “He visits my town once a year/He fills my mouth with kisses and nectar/I spend all my money on him/Who, girl, your man?”
With apologies to Amir Khusrow. The punchline is, of course, "A Mango." (\o/ links 1, 2!]