What else could a teenager want to relax and unwind but a trip to the mall?

It had something for everyone. Games, food court, a shop for every want, need, and whim–it was a playground of sorts for older kids.

Hunk, while not particularly rowdy, was full of energy, stars in his eyes, squealing at the excitement of having all these extra ingredients easily available. War was over, planets allied, trade and travel routes established. For everyone, it opened new doors, it was interesting at least. And for Hunk, today, it had all come to a head. He was in a wonderland of new ingredients and unsure prices–intergalactic currency exchange was tricky, many things were objectively underpriced for the quantity or quality of the items for purchase. Like a kid in a candy store, he was pacing through aisles, poking at each gelatenous substance and odd produce or strangely coloured meat.

“This looks like food goo.”

He said, taking a sizeable portion of whatever alien food substance, placing it into one of those clear produce bags to buy.

On the other hand, you’d just been following him around each new store, smiling and nodding at each excited outburst. But that’s what any relationship was about, getting dragged along to things even if you weren’t exactly as excited as the other person was. But, if there was one thing you’d get out of this every time, it was a good Hunk-cooked meal.