Blasted bureaucracies! he thought, aggravated at their meddling. The next thing you know, they'll send an intelligence agency in here to tell me they've been spying on the seaweed!
He'd just put the finishing touches on his couture when Honeydew emerged, yawning.
“I missed breakfast, didn't I?”
“Steve left something in the oven, I think.”
When she slipped her arms around him, he considered reprimanding her, unaccustomed to displays of affection from anyone. She let go and retreated to the kitchen, where she found breakfast.
“I'll be meeting with the planetary executive team and then we'll be moving planet side. Steve's arranged for the penthouse suite at the Rockdale Hilton.”
Sounds of eating ceased.
“What is it?” He could see from the living room that she looked pale, more so than
