Bring It On

By the time I got down to the training room, the very same one that Yr'Arl and I had used the first time we had sparred together, the feline alien was already there and waiting for me. 

He had conjured a chair with his manna and was currently watching something on a holographic display that emanated from a watch-like band on his wrist. By the almost grumpy look on his face, I could easily assume that his little misadventure with the chilli had already been uploaded onto whatever this universe's equivalent of social media was. 

I hoped it wouldn't go viral, but considering the novelty that eating human food likely was among the aliens that were under the Guard's protection, I had the feeling that it was just a matter of time. 

"Hey, Yr'Arl, how're you doing?" I asked, while trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice. 

Yr'Arl looked up from his screen with deliberate slowness.