Vreta chuckled softly for a few seconds as he took a seat on the bench alongside Freyr. While somewhat small, he would not call it uncomfortable. “We do not age as most other species do, that is true. [i]Eternal[/i] life, though…well, I do suppose that is the goal, for most of us. The oldest of us come from a time just before we started to leave our homeworld. By your counting of years, I think that would be around…1,100 years? I’m not completely sure of the conversion. Or, well, I should say that 1,100 years is when our medicine became sophisticated enough for us to essentially guarantee survival against disease and disorders. Some individuals are centuries older than that. For me, I am in my sixth century. Back when I was a hatchling, it was just us and two other intelligent species known in the galaxy. Our galactic community has grown quite a lot since then.”

Following Freyr’s lead, Vreta followed the same motions of wrapping his roll and eating it with the sauce. It seemed to be a mix of meat and vegetables, wrapped in a way that made it quite convenient to eat. That, in itself, was not a unique idea to their species, but the ingredients certainly were. Rothia imported foods from nearly every intelligent species in the galaxy, but they tended to favor meat more heavily when they crafted dishes from those ingredients. The roll, and particularly its sauce, tasted quite different from anything he had tried. He did particularly enjoy its sweetness. 

“But yes, we do live many lives across the centuries, to keep those lives interesting. I have been everything from a soldier, to a programmer, to a corporate executive, to a failed professional athlete.” Vreta replied before giving another look down at his roll. “Also, just…a question. Do you know if they grow their meat, or raise it from animals here?”