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"How did people travel to your planet? Did the Sheriff have to act as bus service ? " He was happy to have been brought by her, but it seemed like it would be a lot of work for one person to have to travel and phone-teleporting tens, let alone hundreds, of people want to visit. "You wouldn't get much sheriffing done-"

He gave Pomona n very old fashion look. Why she was advertising someone banging their head off of a table as a good time that he might want to try, he wasn't sure. It didn't sound like a very good time, and there didn't look to be a table nearby to make use of in the case that he should want one for just such a purpose. "It isn't the same as you used to blow up that giant alligator beast, I hope. "

Honestly the thought was a little alarming. Does she know that I'm a lieutenant? How did she find out? Or does she just want to blow me up because I met her? Obsidian warned a long time ago the senshi could or would harm their pet allies ...did I displease her somehow?

" I don't want to be blown up. " He didn't step back from her. There was no point in that since he was on her planet and there wasn't really any place to run if she decided she wanted to try to kill him. Did his own transformation work so far from Earth? He had no idea at all, and really didn't want to have to try it. Lady Pomona had saved his life once, and fighting her was far from the top of his list of things he wanted to ever do.

Björn shifted his weight, quirking his head down at the smaller woman, "My mother is a chef, so I have heard of very hot peppers. And you say these are worse than those? "

"I mean, I do not mind the idea of trying one...trying anything from a different planet entirely..." he looked up and around at the little town remains, his voice trailing off a little, "It is nice that something still lives here and keeps the memories planted in the soil by a people. Something they found important survived them. "

"It seems like it would be insulting not to," he admitted, but his brow furrowed like he expected that this was going to be exceptionally painful. He wasn't the sort that went around wing and chili joints ordering the hottest thing on the menu to get his name on the wall. He liked food a lot, but that was because he could taste it. He remembered his mother trying out habanero popper Hors d'oeuvres out on him a handful of years before, and the hour spent drooling like mastiff over the bathroom sink afterwords.

This wasn't going to be very dignified. He had a feeling, deep down, that was probably the point. The strongman girded himself- if there was anything he was alive for, it was bringing a smile and pleasing the whims of such jewels as Pomona or his Lord.

"Are there only bugs, then, to help the plants make more plants? Or maybe just wind?" He started on the cobblestone that she had indicated, "I will try one if you spare one. Have you tried cooking with them yourself? Like those appetizers made with cream cheese?"

"I've you're immune to eating hot food, you should use that to get some free dinners around the city."

((Whoopsies, ignore the double))

Considering Bjorn's size - not just height, but general, well, muscley-ness - she figured working out would be an answer. And eating, well, eating made sense.

" Yeah, eating is good. I imagine I don't eat nearly as much as what you eat, but I can usually finish any pasta is put in front of me."

A stone building looking like an odd mix of Spanish and English lay ahead, empty windows looking out over the broad lawn-like area they'd just entered. It was certainly no castle, and while sizable, it was not large enough to fit in any neighborhood of Earth's rich and famous.

" Well, that's the Royal Manor. Some other Senshi had actual castles on their planets, but this is as close as you get here. I think it fits. And yes, exploring is pretty time-consuming, mostly because I can't take an extended trip here; last time I did didn't end too well."

" There is indeed. There's even a handful that do good, real lasagna; those are my favorites."

" Space travel has some restrictions. I can only bring what I can carry. I can't bring a bike, so I have to walk wherever I want to go, and I'd have to be able to carry enough food and water to get there. I'd also need a change of clothes, tennis shoes, and sunscreen. So a day trip, or maybe a night or two is fine, but longer than that gets problematic."

Pomona carefully tugged at one of the handles on the wooden double-door entrance, pulling it open to the entrance way.

" The peppers are in the middle courtyard. We'll stop by the kitchen on the way."

Pomona nodded, “ Yes, a lot more lasagna. I’ve got a strength boost while magical-y, but even with it I haven’t figure out how to bring a bike; backpack yes, bike no.”

“ I don’t think there was ever electricity. Or if there was, there wasn’t air-conditioning. I do know that’s why most Pomonians built their houses into the ground or covered them with dirt; it kept them cooler.”

Entering the kitchen, there was an odd mix of things left behind, and things obviously missing. There was a large wooden table, and lot of shelves, a couple of plain, chipped plates and partially-rotten baskets, but otherwise the room was empty. There was a large hearth, but was bare of any cooking utensils and had ivy growing out the mouth. There was what had once been some sort of oven, but the mouth and top vent had collapsed, leaving debris scattered around. Other things were missing entirely, leaving only gaps in the room or indents in the floor.

“ See for yourself. With time, money, tools, and skill it could probably be made functional again, but where does one hire a contractor to work on another planet?”

The red-head walked around, obviously looking for something. She found what was once either a sheet or tablecloth, and carefully picked the dusty thing up.

“ Sunshield for later.” She said, in case Bjorn was curious.