Shar Mez, Galactic Senator from Ivoria sat opposite Count Dooku of Serrano in Hyperfusion, a restaurant popular amongst the movers and shakers of Galactic politics. He listened to the Count's pitch, or rather tried to.
"The Republic is simply too large. It is past time to instead group into smaller entities where ones concerns can be addressed and heard." said the Count.
As Shar Mez thought about that the waiter came with the drinks selection. Shar Mez paused to peruse it. Alderaani Sparklings, Serrano Reislings, Reds form Doversi, Cayman Meads, even the infamous Purple Death from Concord Dawn was available. He indicated that he would have a glass of the dubious beverage.
"You cannot be serious." said the Count looking on with distaste as the drinks were brought out.
"It is an aquired taste." said Shar Mez.
"One I do not intend to. It is the product of savages and barbarians. Waiter!" said the Count.
Presently the waiter arrived. "Yes?"
"Fetch the manager." ordered the Count.
Soon Palpatine arrived. "Is there a problem?" he said.
The Count showed the offending bottle briefly before placing it back on the table. Palpatine quickly moved the bottle a little further away from the candles. "That is the problem, you serve it here?"
"Why yes. Hyperfusion attempts to create a unique taste experience for the discerning diner. That particular beverage has been accused of many things, but I am sure you will admit it is indeed unique." said Palpatine.
"Unique? Do you know how those barbarians make the stuff? It is said to be strained through unwashed undergarments. It is a blasphemy against viticulture." said the Count.
"Blasphemy? I was led to believe it was quite the holy libation. Owing to how those who drink it often loudly exclaim the name of their deity afterwards." said Palpatine.
"You cannot be serious," said the Count.
"Oh, I assure you that I am. The Concordians are part of the great tapestry that is Galactic Society."
"Great tapestry? Are you aware that the Concordian dialect was recently classified as a class two memetic disease? They are only part of a 'Great Tapestry' if their part is frayed and also, on fire!"
"Concordians are a little rough round the edges, but they still have something to offer the Galactic palate. For example, what they can do with a few eggs, some sugar and fruit is simply amazing."
"You're mad! I'm off." said the Count as he rose and departed.
"Oh dear." said Palpatine, he then looked down at the Ivorian. "Dessert? Byssan Tiramisu perhaps?"
Millicent Young walked home after finishing work. It was a very strange job. Oh it seemed normal enough. She was an office assistant, except her first assignment hadn't been filing, or accounts but rather coming up with advertising tunes. Even that sounded normal until you factored in what Mr Palpatine thought could serve as inspiration. The Javarian, Kalor Cycle, The Koribanung. It was all rather grim. Still, as Palpatine, call me Sheev, had pointed out, those tales all had a bright centre. She had smiled as the man had pointed that out and accepted the 'small snack' he had made to 'help her think'. It was all very odd.
What was worse was the walk home. Declining another hair raising trip on a Deliverator's speeder Millicent had opted to walk. This had led her through some dimly lit streets. She hurried from lit area to lit area. Then she became aware of someone, or something was following her. A scuttling, skittering sound. She hurried faster trying to reach the safety of her apartment block, her pursuer behind her. SHe heard it close, and leap. Millicent screamed.
"Why hello there fellow sophont! Are you ravenous for nutrition? Why not try Burger Thing!" said the two metre tall arachnoid as it handed her a flyer.
Ithil chittered in satisfaction as the mammal squealed in delight at being handed the pamphlet. It then lumbered off, no doubt excited to com the nest and order some delicious food. Hopefully, it had younglings that needed feeding too. Ithil gave a shrug only possible for those blessed with eight limbs and looked about for the next potential customer. There! Ithil scuttled up several metres and moved to deliver the next pamphlet already savouring the next appreciative noise the mammals made when they learned of the wonders of the Burger Thing.