The scent of coffee brought both other occupants of the ship out of hibernation just as they were entering the star system where their next stop was scheduled, so Max brought up the visual display on one wall for them to watch the phenomenon together.
"Coffee, coffee, coffee." Annabelle was chanting sleepily as she made her way to the replicator with tousled tentacles somewhat resembling bedhead.
Of course, she could control them, so their state was more of a reflection of her frazzled mind than a lack of grooming, but in this case, the concept was the same.
"Coffee will stunt your growth," Nico warned her, and the little Innu stopped suddenly just before pressing the button.
"That wouldn't be good. I can't reach the research desks properly. I can't work forever on stilts just because the tables are too high." She mumbled, then made herself a juice and a plate containing some sort of sushi rolls.
