“I can’t say I share your enthusiasm for seeing a ball that's too bright.”Light shivered. “But now we’re out of contract with FGC…We might be able to pick up work ferrying materials to the new starshell they’re building around Trieste VI. Then we can get paid to see one rather than be ripped off by the tour operator!” He steepled a few tentacles together, pleased with his great idea.

“Not won, n-n-nnno. They d-d-don’t like the idea of t-t-t-t-This One being a ggggardener.” Pclendafuun suggested. They wore a harness with four delicate machine arms to provide fine motor ability. Draped over their thorax was a kind of pannier with many pockets.

“Hhhhello, everyone. I would n-n-n-ot be able to say for s-s-ure without a close inspection.” The Tindrel eyed up Ruk’s bag of soil curiously.

“If I give this bag to you, are you going to do the eating thing?” the Tekeri asked.

“Probably.”

“Perfect…fine. Here you go, master gardener.” Ruk chucked the bag over and Pclendafuun carefully decanted the entire thing into his mouth before chewing vigorously.