The Deck, Thursday Morning

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Liara was not a terribly big fan of crowded, open spaces, but it was a lovely day out, and the dorm lawn saw a lot of traffic but not a great deal of humans hanging around for any significant amount of time.

She had finally gotten around to trading in some of her credits for local human money (though she had no idea how the bank had found any kind of exchange rate worth mentioning) which she had used to purchase some clothes - she couldn't go around wearing the same clothes all the time. It simply wasn't practical.

Not to say that human fashion seemed entirely practical, but she quite liked the dress, even if it came up far shorter than she was used to. She tugged on the skirt periodically as she sat on a chair on the deck, a book on human archaeology in her lap.

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