"Moving things from one planet to another? What on Earth for?" Assuming such a thing was even possible, which is obviously wasn't, why would anyone do it? The planets were hardly specs in the sky, good for nothing but telling seasons and sooth sayers to tell your fortune. This Wash was indeed a trickster but Much was willing to go along with it for the time being, he had after all been promised food.
"That is the second time you have said that, 'the city." Surely you don't mean London." It was the largest city of any importance that would speak, albeit it oddly accented, English. "And forgive me but I don't recognize your accent..not Welsh are you?"
Wash intended no offense and happy took the..odd shiny thing he was handed. "This..." He did not want to appear uncultured, after several incidents where his common education had failed him he waited, watching as Wash took a thin shiny thing for himself. He grinned and held it up in a sort of toast, waiting for the other man to clue him in on how to properly eat this thing. He sniffed it, it had nearly no scent at all! Not meat, nor fish, nor bread. "Again thank you." Now he was warry, poison could be made to not have a scent, nut why would this man try to poison him? And what was this Alliance he'd spoken of? So many questions.