*Listens intently to his technobabble, agreeing with several of his points.*

"Well, Thanks, but I think I have it down quite well, as of right now. It's just a prototype anyway, I might need you to do that for the real thing, however."

"Of course, I understand."
*He gets up and leaves*

*Harn heaves a silent sigh, such was his life, noticed for what he was, not what he could become. He walked over to a nearby window and stared out of it, watching the happenings outside.*

*Turns to Jonathan*
"Yes, yes I am. But as slow as it was there, It's going to get a whole lot slower with this place up and running."

*Holds his hand up*
"No, Thank you, but no. I've tried to keep away from the stuff, or anything similar to it. Just... just a glass of water, or something."

*Harn Shakes back, slightly relieved*
"No, it wouldn't, would it?"

"It's good." *He says, looking around the room, then turns back to Alan*
"Do you think that it will turn out better than the old tavern?"

*Harn half-smiles*
"The best way to quit is to not start in the first place"

"A toast!"
*He surprised himself with his boldness*
"To this fine esablishment, and it's wonderful attendant!"
*He drank from his glass*

"Why, Thank you, Mr...?"

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"Ah, well. Such is life, my life anyway..."
*He went and sat at the bar*

*Harn turns towards Alan*
"So your the one who's going to run this place, huh?"

*Harn stands waiting in vain for a response.*

*Harn smiles back*
"I hope so too, and it seems very possible, this place could take the place of the one I'm running and free me up."

*Harn is taken aback by this offer, but only slightly. He'd been dreaming of this moment for a long time.*

"Well, this is unexpected. I'd love to become your assistant, the only reason I became the cook at the tavern is because it was the only opening on the base at the time, and I prefer to have my feet on solid ground. I don't like space travel very much, my parents forced me to come here with the order to 'Make something of myself.' I've always been a tinkerer, and I seem to stumble on some great Ideas (such as the one I'm working on right now.), but...
I'm rambling, aren't I? I seem to do that when I get nervous, Feel I have to explain everything. There's only one cure for that: get my hands on something to do. When do I start?"