*"Sure, Let's Do That."*

^Sure, let's do that,^ Berylia replies, and everyone comes to bed again, snuggling close. You are acutely aware right now of your still healing ribs atrophied muscles from several months of involuntary bed rest, but you grin and bear it for the sake of your partners and the continued success of the empire, a few months is going to be nothing compared to the grand sweep of history…

It doesn't take long for the five of you to slowly go drifting down into the deeper darkness which is sleep, and thence to shortly find yourselves beginning a dream cycle: at first, it is what your fiances' call "chezgorko" which translates most accurately into English as "Brain-Puke", but then you start to make sense of it and put it into order, and you find yourselves in a combination bar, high-end restaurant, and Cyber Cafe...

There are numerous faceless, featureless, Salutar and humans here, of both genders, so you and your fiances' Snag a table in the back and order five laptops with the "old-school games assortment" and glasses of coffee, not doctored with anything, just straight up black coffee: plus a bowl full of those little creamer packs and a bowl of sugar with a spoon. The waiter, a Salutar male dressed in a traditional black tux, leaves formal menus with you for ordering your meals and departs, while you turn and look at your partners...