“Grikov can adapt easily to whatever the local culture is…” Mayhew continued, “…because we trained him that way and because he has no culture of his own left…”
And even Grikov clung to his memories of Jagellowsk. The accent he’d never quite shed, his taste for vodka, his love for beetroot and salmon and pancakes just like his grandmother used to make.
“So it’s reasonable to assume that Patel makes the decisions regarding food, drink, furnishings, entertainment options. And we know she clings to the culture of her homeworld, so that’s what she’ll go for.”
Honold shrugged. “So…?”
“All this stuff has to come from somewhere,” Mayhew explained, “Entertainment services outside the Empire don’t stream Imperial vid dramas and bootleg copies aren’t all that easy to come by.”
Honold sniffed wit
