Mae bent down under the counter to find the human dessert menu. The humans that passed through his diner were usually too much of cheapskates or pigs to go for a round of dessert. It was of course not odd at all for space travelers to not know what their species was.
The diner owner brought the menus up with a grimace and a sigh, a cramp quickly growing in their back. He sat them down and began explaining, “You hometown Earth favorites are on the first two pages.”
Mae flipped to the bake cover and continued, “And the hot stuff is at the end. If you have any questions just ring for Mae.”
