Altair/Ari/Alecta - Sackheim Inn
"Of course I have a preference," Altair said disinterestedly, cutting a piece of prawn and spearing some samphire on the end of his fork, "but I do believe everyone has a different preference, don't you? What a boring world this would be if everyone liked exactly the same type of woman. And what competition there would be for the few humes who had that precise type of body!"
He spared a brief thought for the woman he'd been with the night before. Willow was very nearly a perfect specimen, physically: petite and blond. She was one of his favorites, really, even though she was only at the Emerald. Well, that was all right. Altair didn't mind spreading his business around according to his mood, and he'd only just been at the Sapphire on Saturday night.
He put the end of his fork in his mouth and chewed the food thoughtfully. "Besides," he added to Alecta after he'd swallowed, "I don't think Ari looks anorexic at all." He set down his silverware and sat back in his chair, regarding his two dinner companions. Hopefully they wouldn't insist on being polite to each other all evening. How dull that would be.