[ Peter should experience the wasteland of the American midwest; even in the idyllic Federation future, it's all dive bars and corn fields and nothing to do but get into trouble and drink. ]
Looks like some kind of film noir palette, [ he muses. ] Let's see what it tastes like, yeah?
[ Jim takes his glass, holds it up in a kind of salute towards the other man. Leggo, fam. He takes a drink. ]
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Looks like some kind of film noir palette, [ he muses. ] Let's see what it tastes like, yeah?
[ Jim takes his glass, holds it up in a kind of salute towards the other man. Leggo, fam. He takes a drink. ]