Old Patch District, Abregado-Rae
Outdoor Produce Market
An early to rise tradition had been kept on most mornings in Old Patch by the middle-aged diner owner here on Abregado-Rae. As the first rays of sunlight rose to pierce the darkness and usher in a new day, Dekkan Fray could normally be spotted traversing the produce market that they hosted here in Old Patch, on the corner of two water-way intersections. With the fresh water so closeby, it was an ideal location for the market to be held - offering not only an amazing aroma of fresh food, but the sounds of water moving with the various boats that floated down each passing canal. The livelihood of the food industry here was rather rural, and consisted of farmers and vendors taking their produce down to the market every morning and selling them to local grocery stores, and the various restaurant owners who got out and wanted something more organic than the stockpile they could have delivered at the space ports. The prices also generally beat out anything that you had shipped, as there was no overhead for intergalactic travel.
Three long rows of booths stretched out along the permacrete pavement, with the middle row having booths facing each side. Rows of produce, fresh fish and other meats grown locally abounded. The colors popped on every corner, enticing buyers to the best assortment of locally grown food for purchase. And there were plenty of buyers -- as was tradition dating back long before Dekkan had set foot on this planet to establish his diner and carve out a new life for himself. The air was clean and fresh here, not like at the space-ports that had a more industrial scent thanks to all the ships and docks that brought the smell of oils and exhaust to the air. A few of the booths even offered recipe ideas in the form of holocards that showed videos of the preparation with instructions on the flip side. These were coupled with baskets of the ingredients needed for a bundle package.
Strolling down one of the isles, Fray wore an off-white cloth shirt with the sleeves rolled up to each elbow, and a dark pair of trousers with the same tone of suspenders sliding over each shoulder. A pair of black leather boots plodded his course while he looked from booth to booth searching for something new perhaps. He had only been in the food industry a few years now, but he'd picked up quite a bit in his time spent abroad. Learning various techniques and different recipes. He was also very handy with a kitchen blade -- once he learned that he could create with it, instead of destroy, blades had an entirely different meaning for him. A pleasant expression on his face was the constant in the market. He wasn't outright smiling, but there was no deep and dark depression covering his visage anymore. He still had demons to contend with, but for the most part life was a little more bright for the diner owner.
"Morning Myvok." Dekkan said as he turned to approach a friendly fur covered face from one of the corner booths. A warm and friendly Gados returned the pleasant call, turning to address Dekkan with an open armed pantomime. His large incsisor grin spread as he gave a small bow as was custom of his people. "These peppers seem to be some of the best this month. How's the family?" Dekkan asked, in a very personable way. He'd come to know Myvok through his times at the market, and while they didn't exactly hang out and get drinks, they were still rather friendly and warm towards each other. Though Gados were pretty much that way to everyone, they had more to talk about than the weather.
"Very well my friend. My daughter is actually the reason for the crop being so good. She's incorporating some of her bio-organic studies into the gardens, and it's turning out wonderfully. I'm glad you noticed." The Gados replied as he plucked up one of the peppers and turned it around, indicting it's richer color and vibrant scent. Even though covered in fur, shedding was never an issue, and the vegtables and fruit he sold were never sullied by stray hairs -- a trait that Dekkan highly favored.