(Gaja) Galley-cooking, Hutt-style. Oh, woe is the stomach of the 'guest' of the Hutt, lest they savor the flavor of things which most other species might deign better to dispose of than digest. Many a visiting dignitary aboard the new Battlecruiser Stormfront has lost weight while waiting around. But...the Brood of Zergata, this is a group of sentients whose tastes for food are as different as their choice of company. Hardship breeds stalwart stomachs and sometimes, less-certain morals. "Why not start wash root, tell Gaja...about you dig old house?" And sits. (Karin) /Two/ snails?