Shannon giggled. “Reminiscent, don't you think?”
Of mating! Janine thought, laughing and blushing.
And then she realized. “That's it! The breeding cycle!” Excited, she summoned a sketch pad on the submersible computer. “Look, the green fish swarmed around the pistil, which was covered with a crystalline powder, coated themselves with it, then a single blue fish coated with that some powder burrows into a red pod, which then scrapes the powder off the fish and ejects it.”
Shannon looked puzzled. “Why didn't the green fish go and fertilize that green pod from the other stalk? It was right there.”
Janine shook her head. “I don't know.” She looked around, seeing various types of fish, but only in those three colors—red, green, and blue. It's like some childhood rhyme book, she thought. She
