Text: Diagnostics

[i_like_your]

I dislike port restrictions.

Doctor Lecter, you are in need of nutrition.

Comments

[cannibalmind]

I do indeed. I fear that the standard gamblers' fare in the casinos rather lacks something. Though it attempts to make up for that lack in the copious amount of alcohol served.

[i_like_your]

If hotel room service does not suffice, I can obtain you goods at the nearest compatible shop. Your dietary preferences while aboard ship have been carefully logged for reference.

[cannibalmind]

Your attention to detail is appreciated. But in all honesty, I would eat cereal for the rest of the weekend in return for one five-star meal.

[i_like_your]

You wish to visit a restaurant?

[cannibalmind]

Just one. There must be something high-end around here that does not involve large quantities of breasts, feathers and glitter.

[i_like_your]

There are numerous applicable establishments within a five-mile radius of your present location.

I'll find you.

And take you to them.

[cannibalmind]

I'm people-watching on the Strip. Rather a strange cross-section of humanity here. Behaviorally they are both diverse and startlingly alike.

I will wait for you.