"All systems are flawed." Jack shrugged, settling into one of the chairs after moving it around the table so it was next to the other, instead of across from it. "And money doesn't matter much when you're going to outlive the currency."
He grinned easily, picking up the small menu in the center of the table to peruse it. Just what he'd been looking for, with Boshaeni specialties, and some Earth delicacies from the 51st century that he'd latched onto when he got to the Time Academy as the closest he'd get to food from home.