“Where do I go now?” asked Sprite.
“I’m heading back to the Black Isles,” said Lucy. “Might torture Meria for a bit longer.”
Sprite looked skywards. “I wish we could visit the stars.”
“Eh, the restaurant on the moon serves great food,” said Lucy. “But it’s got no atmosphere.”
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Little Fears 
Restaurants on the moon’s surface are a bit of a gray area…
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Arf!
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LOL!
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😛 😛
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Amazing 🤭👍
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Thank ya.
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Welcome 🙂
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Cute
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Cheers!
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Eh, some of the customers are probably loony, but so are the wait staff. It comes and goes in phases.
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Ooof! If they howl at the oon, do they howl at the ground?
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Excellent point! It’ll be chaos, I’m tellin’ ya, chaos.
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At least you can count on it being full once a month!
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Hah. Badumtish.
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I hear they make their pizza pie with amore…
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Hah!
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Brilliant!
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Cheers!
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If travelling there from Earth, it’ll certainly be nearer than Milliways.
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heh, true.
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The Police will have to sing about that
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Ack and narffle!
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Ha ha.
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😛 😛
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Jcheese you’re right
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😀 😀
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