The Galactic Brew and the Unexpected Visitor

Previously

…Barnaby picked it up, its warmth seeping into his palm. He looked at Bartholomew, a newfound respect in his eyes. The grumpy biscuit dispenser had, in his own peculiar way, saved the day. And Barnaby, the anxious tea shop owner who secretly yearned for adventure, had just lived through one, all thanks to a polite alien, a broken ship, and a sentient biscuit dispenser with a hidden talent for intergalactic diplomacy. The whispers, he knew, were just beginning.