Manakel stood at the center of a shopping plaza within the Andromeda Space Station, a look of confusion upon its face as it stared out at the sea of people living their lives in harmony. The peace itself was no source of confusion to the shade - nor was the mix of species (not that it knew these people were not all of the same kind). The confusion came from the fact that, well... Manakel simply had no idea what anything was. So, it attempted to gather information, by standing there and listening in on everything that it could.

"I... make no understanding," Manakel would say after a short time under its breath. It would feel a hand upon its shoulder, to which it turned to see the face of Binah smiling upon it.

"It appears they are calling this a... food court, Manakel," the phantom would say.

"For what crime is the food to be judged?" the shade inquired, fear apparent in its tone.

Binah laughed, patting Manakel on the back. "No, not that sort of court. The common tongue is strange, but in this context, it means an area where you can find plenty of food. For eating, not judging."

Manakel's brow furrowed, but it nodded, attempting to understand. It felt the pangs of hunger in recent days, so a place to eat was welcome. Looking around, it saw no foods that were familiar to it, however. Eventually, one thing would stick out - a long piece of meat, almost like a rounded cylinder, in the center of split open bread.

"... What... is that?" he asked, pointing to the food item in the hands of a large, particularly slimy individual. This individual looked offended, and was about to speak up, before its partner indicated that Manakel was pointing at the food, and not the slimy one itself.

"This? It's a hot dog, Genius," the individual said, before sliding along the ground to leave the food court. This encounter simply left Manakel even more confused.

"Manakel was not seeing... flame, nor dog."

Concerned, the shade looked to the phantom, but the phantom simply shrugged. 

After gathering its thoughts, Manakel eventually found where people were getting their hot dogs from, and wished to try one for itself. So, Manakel waited in line for this hot dog treat. When it was the shades turn to order, it simply spoke, "Hot dog," and a basic one was made. Once it took the strange food in its massive clawed hand, the human behind the stall held out his hand.

Manakel stared down at the hand, blinking. It looked to Binah, who also seemed clueless, before the human spoke up.

"Gotta pay up to eat, buddy."

"Manakel... has confusion."