“Would you like to play?” The Yourian pointed to an open seat.
He looked at the table: L-shaped cards, three types of tokens, small figurines for each player, and several small wooden boxes. “I’m afraid I don’t know how to play…”
The Yourian threw back its enormous head and laughed. “I will teach you. We will play for drink chits. You have drink chits?”
“I think so… but mine say ‘human’, I would want you to poison yourself by—”
“Don’t be silly, the bartender system will exchange them; there are fail-safes. This is a Polixaci ship, no one ever dies.”
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