They laughed and headed to the food court.Birun wrapped his arm around Trin’s waist as they walked back to the place where the ladies could eat and enjoy being with others of their species...mostly.
Trin showed them how many desserts Birun had programmed into the unit, and of course, they had to try them all.It was the perfect way to kill some time.
Chapter Nine
Margo looked at theguys and said, “Are you all happy with your short visit to the station?”
“Yes, Captain.”Baket nodded, but there was a tension to him.
She smiled and set the course for Orexi.“So, does my change in appearance freak you out?”
“No, Captain.We are all happy that you came through the trauma event so effectively.”
“Thanks.I have to go and order more suits because this one is fucking snug.”
Baket smiled.“Of course, Captain.”
“You are being really formal.”
“Sorry, Margo.You just look like more of a Zowoth, so we are going to treat you as such.”
“Uh-huh.When I get back, you are going to tell me about Zowoth consorts.”
“Yes, Captain.”
She frowned, left the command deck, and walked to the fabricator.She had to strip for a new scan, and the generator got to work right away.She pulled her ill-fitting suit on and then said, “I knew you had stowed away.”
Margo looked at Aken-Var, and he was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
He shrugged.“My quarters are being renovated, and I needed an alternative means to get to Orexi.Chloe was gracious and offered me a lift.”
“Uh-huh.Why are you really here?”
“Because Zowoth females are only receptive once a year, and you are very close to that time.”
“What, is it like a national holiday?”
