"Peace, chef, peace," Nyx says, holding her hands up. "Didn't mean anything by it, 'm just used to the better class of man attracting people who keep 'em able to stay better. God knows that was me for a little while..."

She sighs. Forum is back on Earth. Hopefully living a good life.

"...Anyway, this'll do fine. Lemme wash up and tool up an' you'll have your pasties, yeah?"