[h3]Mac and Cheese[/h3]
“So that's a yes then? For payment it depends on what you want.” Cheese shrugged, though with some air of awe. “The Empire seems to be capable of almost anything.”

Her hands were glowing a soft green over Macs leg with the worst of the tears in the skin having knitted themselves closed. Mac begrudgingly leant against a set of drawers as Cheese worked.

“From the looks of it all of us get at least some Munny.” Mac then elaborated with a deep sigh. “Not entirely certain how much that is in pounds but they can offer other stuff as well.”

For a moment, the two shared a look that spoke of conversations they had had in private. After seeing everything that the Empire could do, sometimes even without any effort at times, the pair had started to wonder if there might just be hope for their ‘situation’. 

“Get a home, and three square meals a day for your troubles too.” Cheese then took a moment, with her work complete, to look around. “The ship is less draftee than this place. Do the windows rattle for you in the winter here as well?” She smiled but not fondly.

“We live here too.” Mac explained and gestured to the room around them. “In our world anyway. It’s a night club actually.”

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