Jet Black leaned back on the couch, folded his arms on his chest, and scowled at his rebellious crew. "That's the only choice we have. It's either that, or go hungry."
"I'm undecided," Faye said. "I mean, I'm hungry, but the food there is bad."
"That's because it's from Earth," Jet said, "and..."
"Nothing good comes from Earth," groaned Faye and Spike together.
"But at least it's food."
Ed popped up from behind the couch. "I like it."
Faye rolled her eyes. "There must be someplace else we can get food."
"Not on this asteroid," Jet said. "It's too remote. Nothing else comes out here." He rose. "I'm going. You want me to bring you back something, or not? Last call. Faye?"
"Are you sure there isn't...?"
"Yes or no, Faye."
"Oh, all right. At least it's edible. Sort of."
"Spike?"
"Sure. It can't be worse than your cooking."
"Ed? I guess it's OK with you, right?"
"Right, tight, night, sight," Ed sang cheerfully. "Bring Ein some, too!"
"Will do."
He took the Hammerhead, because Pollus Asteroid was so small, it didn't have a surface docking station large enough for the Bebop. Only a restaurant with branches on every planet and asteroid in the system would be here on Pollus. It was crowded, too. He had a hard time finding a spot to set down, and then there was a line going in. At last he passed through the brightly-colored doors, the yellow light from the restaurant logo flashing briefly on his face. Behind the counter was a cheerful teenager, ready and eager to take his order.
He leaned on the counter. "Give me 10 Big Macs, 20 orders of fries, and a Happy Meal. To go."

Back to Wild Horses