This plaza opens to a wide area overlooking a grassy expanse. People are spread all over, lounging in chairs by tables, standing and talking, playing with unidentifiable creatures and birds. There's an area with shallow pools off to the left.
There are a few clusters of people who stand out.
Two women are gabbing away about someone they know.
The age of these women is hard to parse. Their voices and demeanor make them seem older, but they don't look like they would be beyond their 30s at a guess.
"Do you think that girl's going to lay an egg if she ends up having kids with that man?"
The other woman snorts. "If they're not talking about arcane philosophical nonsense or inside jokes, they're talking about birds and lizards. I know you're joking, but it almost checks out..."
"Oh my goodness, they're going to have a whole clutch of little feathered serpents."
There's a squad of 3 fuzzy round beings with nubby heads and stubby arms and legs perched on one of the tables. A young man is enthusiastically chatting them up, waving his drink around in a way that makes it a miracle that nothing has spilled.
"So how do you feel about being NexusNet stars, huh?" The man says, gesturing with his glass like a toast.
The one on the left shrugs and kicks their legs. "All puffskis are NexusNet stars, because we go everywhere, and people like taking photos."
The one in the middle throws their arms up. "Cuteness is not consent! You should ask any person if you want to take a picture with them, even if they're not a humanoid person!"
"I dunno, I'm more concerned about the whole 'puffski as a filler word' thing. You go some places and you hear stuff like 'sweet mother puffski what is that' or 'him, that puffski kind of guy' and it's kind of confusing for us," says the one on the right.
The guy finally stops slinging his drink around. "Huh. I didn't think about that."
"Hmm, yeah, maybe because you don't think!" huffs the middle puffski.