I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower; it seemed satisfactory.I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower; it seemed satisfactory. As did the presence of all three of our preferred soaps, clove, peppermint and unscented. "Nothing simulated about that," I said "Ken, Aaden and P'nyssa have returned from the beach and on the lagoon sands." "Tell them where I am, would you?" "They have already asked. P'nyssa is on her way; Aaden has stopped to inspect the rim of the bowl more closely, and asks that you be patient." "Perfectionist," I said, meaning Aaden. I heard the sound of footsteps upstairs. "Ken?" "Down here!" I shouted. P'nyssa floated down the gravtube, a smile on her face as she did so. "So, what do you think?" I asked. "It's better outside. I'm used to the beach being empty. It's not our beach, though." She pouted; it's a pretty pout. "Can't have everything," I said. "Where would you put it?" I leaned over and kissed her cheek. She smiled and turned, hopping onto the bed. "Feels just like the one at home." "Does it?" I asked. "Let's see." I leapt onto the bed beside her. "It does, when we have a new mattress." She nodded. "I have a suggestion," she said, her eyes alight with mischief. "Listen, before the 'droids get their mechanical hands on 'our' bed, why don't we break it in for them?" "What? Right now?" "No better time," she said, turning over and sliding towards me. |