It's Not Citrus by
I--God. This was *hysterical*. Run, do not walk.
P6X-930 had seemed like a nice enough world. Courteous natives, insentient flora with medicinal properties, and nary an eccentric sex ritual in sight. The inhabitants had shared a simple but hearty meal, asked curious but not intrusive questions about their customs, and offered to trade herbs for medical knowledge and textiles. They had even gone so far as to offer their guests the gift of a ceremonial pastry, which they claimed would have a flavor with great significance to the recipient.
And hey, while I'm here.
As Lost As You Get by
The Dark Side by
Okay, this has been a good day for fandom. Just saying. *Six stories I loved*. That is just pure happiness.