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To caf or not to caf... is a tough question?
“Don’t ya think ya had enough of that stuff, Fox?”
“Waddaya mean, Thorn?
Fox stared at Thorn like the other clone had grown two heads or something odd, the insult hitting the Commander, clearly.
Sighing heavily, Fox lifted his feet onto to the table in front of him. His large mug of the steaming stuff in his hands. Holding onto to it ever so carefully like the mug would break and the precious liquid would go to waste.
“Can one ever have enough of this, precious, precious gift form the gods above? Can there, my dear Thorn? You tell me, can there really be enough of this throat and belly warming ambrosia in the whole wide galaxy?”
“Well…”
Yeah, Thorn was at a loss of words.
Thorn should have known better. Of how much Fox loved his caf. Alas he was trying to make a joke of it, true. But Thorn did not get the usual snappy comeback from the man, only a question. Because Fox, was deep in his belief, his admiration of the very stuff most likely keeping the Commander sane or close to said state at least.
“Yes, Thorn? You grow quiet don’t you. In front of this, perfection.”
Fox made a motion towards his mug. Then, sipped from his caf again. His eyes closing, a serene expression falling upon Fox’s face. Heaven, indeed it was. The caf most perfect of a concoction alas.
“I um…” Thorn felt guilty suddenly embarrassed perhaps.”Guess I never realised… the power of that… thing is as real as you say. “
“It is called caf, Thorn.” Fox still with his eyes closed, enjoying the sweet sweet smell of his precious liquid. But the need to remind his friend of what they were talking about just the same.“You should try to appreciate it more.”
Fox took another sip, then calmly turned to address Thorn.
“This, powerful stuff helped me through most of the command training. It helped me defeat the enemy…” Fox paused, smelling the ambrosia again, then turning back to Thorn. “And it keeps me going like nothing else can.“
Fox raised his hand just as Thorn was about to object .
“And yes, it may seem like some miracle cure to you, true. But caf is what keeps the galaxy rolling. Mark my words, it will be recognised soon enough as to what it is. The real power, of it all.”
Fox went all quiet, eyes closing again. Then, continuing to smell the sweet odours in his hands, the caf mug filled with the liquid of the gods. The best sustenance ever devised in all the galaxy, at least, in Fox’s mind.
Thorn was silent. Soon enough, leaving Fox’s office without another word in edgewise.