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Solan shook his head. “Keep your private life to yourself.”
Padam paused by the door. “You don’t want to know all about it?”
Solan did, but he would undertake his own investigations. “Maybe later.”
Padam grinned as the door slid open. “You’re going on your own hunt.”
Solan shrugged. “Perhaps.”
“I want all the details,” Padam said.
“You’ll be lucky.”
Padam laughed as he left the room.
Solan finished his drink and left his quarters. He had to locate Vegas and tell her she was the one for him. He would show her he was the right Galaxar to be in her life.
Returning to the space station’s store he’d seen when he first arrived, he strode along the aisles. There was fresh produce, chilled goods, and then just what he was looking for, boxes of candy.
Galaxars didn’t have a sweet tooth. They ate to live. Food was fuel, a way to ensure their muscles stayed strong for battle. Having seen a number of humans in the flesh, he knew that wasn’t the case with them.
“May I help you, sir?”
Solan turned to see a black-eyed, pale gray Koob standing next to him, dressed in a clean, green tabard.
“I am Aho. Welcome to my store.”
“I am looking for a gift for a mate. What do you recommend?”
“What particular race is your mate?” Aho asked. “You are not thinking of buying candy for a Galaxar female?”
“She’s a human,” Solan said. “I have been paired with someone from My Single Alien.”
“That is excellent news,” Aho said. “Candy is the perfect choice for a human female. They get so excited every time I have a new range in.”
“This candy will make me more appealing?” Solan lifted a pink box from the shelf and studied the pictures.
“I have yet to hear of a case when candy did not work with a human female. It affects their brain chemistry and gives them a high.”
“It drugs them?”
Aho chuckled. “Nothing so serious. It gives them a little energy rush and makes them smile.”
“It puts them in a good mood?”
“Your mate will be in an excellent mood when you present her with a box of candy.”
“What about flowers?”
Aho dropped his head and sighed. “Sadly, fresh flowers are prohibited on the space station. They are a popularly requested item. Everyone who comes to the space station sees the information pod about appropriate gifts during mating, but the filters will not withstand all the debris the flowers create. I have some excellent silk artificial flowers if you would like to purchase those.”
“The information pod specifically showed fresh flowers,” Solan said. “Perhaps some alcohol?”
“Humans do enjoy a drink.” Aho led him to another aisle. “Sparkling wine is often a popular choice for a lady.”
Solan selected a bottle of pink wine. “I’ll take this and some candy.” With these gifts, Vegas would have to accept him.
“An excellent choice, sir.” Aho moved to the payment point and processed his order. “Do come back again and enjoy your evening.”
