The Ambassador flexed his shoulder as the Medbot hovered away, "I know its 100%, but it still aches, it's weird..." The conversation ended as a pressure wave pushed them both a step (or hover) sideways. A bemused looking sharklike creature was now in the Imperial visiting tank, and a small pedestal with what looked like a cat bed had appeared near the Medbot. By the ancient, ornate (and recently repaired) Ambassadorial sofa, a small table, of a design completely out of character with every other piece of furniture in the room, appeared, followed by several small bowls landing on it, one containing pink and randomly wriggling foodstuffs, another a selection of nuts and bolts and a blue and yellow spray can with a red top. Beside these, teetering on the edge, a metal wine cooler and what appeared to be a vintage bottle of Champagne materialised. The Medbot reached out a manipulator field for a few nuts and bolts. "Snacks, must be a show night!" The Ambassador shr...