"No thanks," she said, amused. "Just maintain a healthy balance between staring at my tits and eye contact and you'll be fine."

A Kedan calls out her order, so she reaches out from underneath her skirt to grab the tray off the counter, setting it in front of her. Some tea and a pile of purple amorphous things. She stabs one with a fork (it wiggles slightly) and pops one in her mouth.

"The name's The Stalk."