“Pumpkin Pie for Aliens?”

Filed by: Raine Solara, Intergalactic Lifestyle Correspondence:

"Fall has reached Area 52, or at least the simulated version of it. The air smells faintly of cinnamon circuits, and the aliens have questions. 

Casey, here is all filled with seeds and pulp.

Important questions. Like: Why do humans puree an orange gourd and call it dessert?"

DR. PARALLAX: "They're fascinated by texture. To them, pie isn’t food, it’s memory architecture. Each layer encodes nostalgia. They say it tastes like ‘compressed sunlight and unresolved emotion.’"

Anjelikka, “I replace the crust with meteor dust and serve it chilled under violet light. The aliens adore it, though they never finish the whipped cream. They think it’s decorative insulation.”

The guests all wanted to eat, because the aliens
were gonna teach them.

Alien guests at the Basement Club, politely prodding their slices with glow utensils. One tries to telekinetically levitate a slice, accidentally caramelizing it mid-air.

Casey said she dropped a few seeds in the woods...I really think she meant she pooped them out. 

“Early tests confirm that aliens can, in fact, digest pumpkin pie, though some report vivid dreams of Earth holidays that never happened. Side effects include spontaneous gratitude, humming Bing Crosby songs, and asking where the rest of the turkey went.” As for me? No, I confused Devon with a Devin and then said it was Drew. Pumpkins kinda make me crazy.

“This fall, share your pie even with the intergalactic. You never know whose taste buds you might enlighten.”