Happy Snak Quotes

“Wave’s tendrils perked up again. “Gaia Jones, this idea of spying on our betters that you hold is sick and wrong.” “I’m worried. Seigata told me to make Kenjan stop singing, and I did, but now Oziru is there. I have to know what they’re saying. I don’t want Kenjan to be exorcised.” “You are so inappropriate…I may love you,” Wave said. “Not like Sharkey. Different love. No muzzle love.” “I understand.” “I will help you fix your spy camera.”
― Nicole Kimberling, Happy Snak

“Kenjan’s not a man,” Gaia replied. “And besides Kenjan is convenient. It’s right there, twenty feet away from me at all times. Wave is practically in my underwear with me. All in all, the Kishocha are pretty convenient. It’s just that they’re also foreign and scary.” “It’s a lot of work to understand them, but it’s worth it in the long run,” Fitzpatrick said. “Do you think they’re going to like the Mini-Snak?” “I do. I’m thinking of building a customer base. I want them to be happy, and I want them to have snacks. That’s the whole idea of Happy Snak. Do you know that they don’t even have the basic concept of snacks? It’s kind of sad.” “That they don’t like fatty, salty food?” “No! They don’t have the concept that they deserve a treat. It doesn’t have to be greasy and salty. It could be sweet or wriggly or crunchy or slippery, but it has to be fun. It has to be cheap and special. It’s the—” Gaia faltered, remembering what Wave had told her and suddenly feeling the truth of her words. Owning them. “It’s the most basic personal freedom.”
― Nicole Kimberling, Happy Snak

“Gaia shrugged into her yellow and blue Happy Snak smock. She liked the anonymity of a uniform. She liked its wide, deep pockets. The smock resisted flames and grease and repelled overly personal glances. The smock and Gaia resonated perfectly.”
― Nicole Kimberling, Happy Snak

“In the employee bathroom of the A-Ki Station Happy Snak, Gaia Jones brushed her teeth and pondered a mysterious odor. She took a deep gulp of recirculated air, tasted it and coughed. It wasn’t good. The humidifier was turned up too high. And what was that chemical smell? She gagged on the acrid tang. At first, Gaia assumed the smell emanated from her toothpaste. Enhanced with arcane East Indian herbs and state-of-the-art calcium bonders, the toothpaste claimed to harness the powers of magic and science to dramatically increase the longevity of space-faring teeth. The toothpaste label depicted the god Shiva holding a red rocket with the word A-Ki stenciled on its side. A-Ki Station looked nothing like a rocket. It hung, like a massive bowling ball, an interloper between the moons of Mars. The human sector looked tiny; just a circle of boxy towers adhered to a huge inscrutable orb. On Earth, humans were at the top of the intellectual pyramid. Out here humanity clung, wart-like, to the outside of the alien spaceship the size of a small moon.”
― Nicole Kimberling, Happy Snak