Alien Soap Operas, and the humans who are addicted to them (and the people having to deal with said addicted people)

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“…and then Minty was forced to confess her love for Drex'ard'l in front of Jaaj, and th’ puir fella’s been secretly pinin’ for her fer ages.”

Rael looked up from his three-potato mac and cheese omelette. It wasn’t that he and Shayde dined together. It was just that they had similar metabolisms and they both ended up in restaurants that sold unsuitable food. And after that, Shayde generally invited herself to sit and chat with him -or at him- because she didn’t have to stop and explain everything every other sentence.

He didn’t have the courage to tell her it was because he usually didn’t care what she was saying.

“Wait… you’re telling me about the latest episode of All My Daughters?”

“Aye.”

“The only soap opera with a family that encompasses the entirety of the known galaxy.”

“Aye.”

“Some of them don’t even live in compatible environments!”

“Well, aye, it does make family re-unions a bit of a problem, but that’s what Big House Station is for.”

“The chlorine habitat is right next to a UV zone. The science is impossible. The whole idea behind the series is impossible.”

Shayde took up a forkful of something pink, wobbly and swimming in greasy cheese. “And who said I was watchin’ it fer the science?”

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