And flesh (which Death mows down to hay) is grass;

expected. Indeed I do mean alcoholic beverages. He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could utter a word she said, Alcohol is essential to the proper metabolic function of a crystal singer. I have never heard that in all my years as Medical Supervisor of this planet. Have you encountered many crystal singers in your career? Piqued by yet another dogmatic encounter, Killashandra discarded any semblance of tact. These people needed a set-down and she was in the enviable position of being able to give it with impunity. In actual fact, no Then how can you possibly dispute my statement? Or question my requirements? This, and she waved a scornful hand at the goblet before her, bilge That beverage is a nutritious liquid, carefully combined to supply the adult daily requirements of vitamins and minerals to ensure No wonder it tastes so revolting. And may I point out that any brewmaster worth his license provides the same vitamins and minerals in a form palatable enough to satisfy the inner man as well. The Medical Supervisor hitched his chair back, throwing his serviette on the table in preparation for harangue, and suddenly they were the center of attention. Young woman Spare me your condescension, Elder, Killashandra replied as she rose gracefully to her feet and glared down at him. She swept the table with a reproving look. I shall retire to my apartment until such time as my dietary requirements can be met with enough food she flipped over her empty plate to satisfy my appetite and sufficient alcoholic beverages to keep my metabolism functioning. Good evening! In the stunned silence, Killashandra left the room. Doors the size and density of the ones securing the dining chamber did not slam satisfactorily but she had enjoyed her exit so much that she did not miss that part of the finale. In the corridor, she startled minions, lounging against the walls. Does anybody know where my apartments are in this mausoleum? she demanded. When all raised their hands, she pointed to the nearest. Take me there. When he hesitated and looked anxiously at the door, she repeated her order in a louder and more authoritative tone. He scurried forward, more desirous of avoiding her immediate wrath than courting disfavor of an absent authority. Tell me, she asked in a pleasant tone when they had entered a small lift, is food plentiful on Optheria? He cast her a very nervous glance and when she smiled winningly at him, relaxed a little, though he kept as free digital camera memory card far from her in the carriage as possible. There is plenty of food on Optheria. Too much. This year only half the fields may be planted, and I know that early fruit has been left to rot on the vine. Then why did I get three mouthfuls at dinner? Something approaching levity touched the young mans face. All the Elders are old: they dont eat much. Hmm! Thats one explanation. But a good brew or a nice dry vintage would have helped! A smile tugged at the young mans lips. Well, Elder Pentrom was present and he is death on any sort of alcoholic beverage. Says it saps the energy of the young and disrupts thought in the mature. And he was my dinner partner! Killashandras crow of malice resounded in the enclosed space. My timing is, as ever, superb! Well, Im not under his jurisdiction and, if Optheria really needs that organ repaired, the Elders will have to placate me, not him. The young man was obviously shocked. Tell me, she said in her kindest, most wheedling voice, you seem to be a knowledgeable fellow, what sort in interesting beverages are produced on this planet? Oh, there are brews and vintages, he assured her promptly and with some pride, and some rather potent spirituous drinks manufactured in the mountains and the islands but that sort of stuff isnt permitted in the Conservatory. The lifts doors slid open, and the Optherian bustled out. Mores the pity. Killashandra strode on down the hallway after her guide. What do you drink? No, abort the question, and she grinned at his startled glance. What is the most popular drink? The most popular one on this continent is a brew called Bascum. Is Bascum a plant or a person? Person. Her guide was warming to his subject. He indicated they take the left-hand corridor at the junction. One of the Founding Fathers. So his brewery is allowed to function in the face of the Medical Supervisors displeasure? Killashandra grinned as he nodded. I infer from your remarks that there are other popular drinks? Any wines? Oh, yes, the western continent produces some very fine vintages, both white and red, and some doubly distilled liqueurs. Im not familiar with the wines at all. And those islands you mentioned, they go for the spirituous liquors? The