The diner had fallen silent. The hostess turned around, looked up, and almost jumped out of her skin.
The alien said, “I would like to eat at your establishment.” It held up a debit card between three furry fingers. “I have local currency.”
“Umm… okay.” She led the creature to an empty booth, and handed him a menu. She asked, “Can you read? English, I mean?”
“Unfortunately no. If it is read aloud my Ident disc will translate. It might be more convenient for your kitchen to prepare a tasting menu.”
“Okay. Umm… let me see if we do that…”