your best explanation of drugs to a being that has never heard of drugs before .

`` Recreational... pharmaceuticals?'' Tweyinn blinked both sets of eyelids, curious. `` Please explain, sir.'' 
 
 That ended the light conversation they had about Grellin's previous excursion to the resort planet they were hauling cargo to. A question from young Tweyinn was usually followed by a short lesson in what happens outside of a Okuran temple. Curtis sighed as the young rookie beamed at him like a curious five year old. The rest of the crew snickered as they tapped panels and tablets running through monotonous tasks. He turned to Quinn, hoping that the medical officer could bestow some of her motherly wisdom on the child of their crew. 
 
 `` I think I have to inventory some blood samples.'' Quinn glided through the hatch of the bridge, dodging the glare Curtis flashed at her. He was certain she was smiling, that had to be worth at least a court martial. 
 
 `` Well, Twey,'' Curtis shifted in his seat `` Some people indulge in certain things to engage in a social atmosphere.'' 
 
 `` Like alchohol.'' Tweyinn chimed. 
 
 `` Sort of like that.'' 
 
 `` Beer before liquour, never sicker.'' Tweyinn chirped as he typed at his station. Grellin let out a deep chuckle. Curtis wondered what the rowdier members of his crew were filling this kid's head with. 
 
 `` Some drugs are somewhat like alcohol, they can relax you or stimulate you.'' Curtis rambled through his grade school memories of a colonial peace enforcer addressing the classroom. `` They can alter brain chemistry, causing the user to experience different effects.'' 
 
 `` Are these drugs prescribed by a physician?'' 
 
 `` No, not all the time.'' 
 
 Tweyinn's eyes widened, his antennae flaring slightly. 
 
 `` One should not tamper with the brain so lightly.'' Tweyinn's words had the slight edge of one entrenched in a belief. `` Your own people say that the body is a temple.'' 
 
 `` And yours say the brain is the god,'' Curtis rubbed his temple `` We know, and not all humans say that.'' 
 
 `` It is a sensitive organ, no matter the species.'' 
 
 `` That's true, but not all recreational drugs are the same. Some have milder effects while some should be avoided completely.'' 
 
 `` Which do you think are safe to try?'' 
 
 `` I would n't say that you should...'' 
 
 `` Have you tried them, sir?'' 
 
 `` What?'' Curtis swung in his chair. 
 
 `` Yes, Captain,'' Grelling crossed his bulky furry arms, grinning mischievously `` Tell us your experience to better shape the young minds of this crew.'' 
 
 Curtis pointed a finger at the console infront of Grelling, the beast shrugged and continued typing. 
 
 `` Once you get to a certain age, you want to try things out because other people tried them.'' Curtis picked through his memories, deciding what to tell the young crewman. `` Sometimes it livens up a dance with a beautiful girl. Other times it can land you naked in a ditch.'' 
 
 `` Bizarre.'' 
 
 `` That's life when you take those risks, but you have to be careful because you ca n't just take what's handed to you.'' 
 
 `` I do n't...'' 
 
 `` I mean just because you want to try to fit in does n't mean you have to force yourself to do anything.'' 
 
 `` I'm not certain what that means, sir.'' 
 
 Curtis ruffled his hands through his hair. 
 
 `` Neither do I.'' He lifted himself from his seat, surprisingly exhausted. `` I'm going to get some coffee.'' 
 
 Curtis began walking out of the bridge, stopping short of the door. 
 
 `` If anyone offers you something you do n't know about down there, just say no.'' Curtis offered the simple advice handed down for centuries. 
 
 `` And stay in school.'' Grelling piped in. Curtis shook his head as he walked out. 
 
 `` But I have already graduated from the academy.'' Tweyinn's antennae twitched.
