The Galactic Brew and the Unexpected Visitor

Previously

…Barnaby laughed. “Deal.” As he began to put away the teacups and wipe down the tables, Barnaby couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. His life was still quiet, still a little run-down, but it was no longer lonely. He had Bartholomew, the grumpy biscuit dispenser with a secret past, and he had the memories of Zorp, the polite alien who had come for tea. And who knew what other adventures might be waiting just beyond the horizon, or perhaps, just around the next cosmic corner. He smiled, a genuine, unanxious smile. Perhaps his secret dream of adventure wasn’t so far-fetched after all. Even a quiet tea shop, it seemed, could be a launching pad for the extraordinary.