BluePlanet'sluxuriousdinnerisservedinaluxuriousprivaterestaurantbuiltformeandLacioni.Thearomaofallkindsoffoodwaftedupanddownmynose.ButIdon'tknowwhatitis,andIkeepstaringatLacioni,whoissittingopposite,whenhenodstothewaiterandtheguardtoleavetheroomandwanttostaywithme.
Hetookhisforkandknife,cutalambsteakfromtheplateinfrontofhim,andputitintohismouth,lookingelegant,muchlikeaZennobleman.IthinksobecauseInoticethatitconsumesmyenergy.ButIwaswrong,Lacioniseemstobeaverygiftedprince,tobehonest,ifitweren'tforaracialaggressorwhoalwaysstaredatotherraces.ThefellowseemedwellsuitedtoPrinceAsosino,hiswholefamily,hismanners,andheknewhewaswelltrained.
BecauseIkeptstaringatitanddidn'ttouchthefoodinfrontofme,Lacionigavemealookandsaid.
"Eat,Queen."
"Don'tcallmeQueen."
"Then,sire."
"Don'tcallitthat."
"CallyourEarthman,what'shisname...Oh,Genesis...JaniceisbetterthanmyJanice."Hesmiledunabashedly,smiledatthecornersofhismouth,putdownhiseatingutensils,turnedaround,pickeduphisglass,andstaggered.