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lifelike. “And thank you, Karriak-Sektannen, for the medical tests you did earlier.”
    “Ahem, technically that was me, too,” To’h said, sounding put out again.
    “Well then,” Amanda said, trying to decide on the best way to ego stroke a computer without insulting the very large man sitting at the table with her, “thank you for everything you’ve both done for me.”
    “You’re welcome,” To’h said, sounding delighted. “It is very gratifying to be appreciated.”
    “To’h,” Karriak-Sektannen said tiredly.
    “Fine. Fine, I’ll shut up now.” And then as if they were two people standing side by side, the computer added in a whisper, “Do you see the way he treats me?”
    Another image appeared on the screen, this one unfamiliar to Amanda, but it seemed Karriak-Sektannen got the message loud and clear.
    “To’huto!”
    The computer made what sounded like a giggling sound and the image changed to that of a sleepy cartoon cow waving goodnight as the moon rose behind it.
    “Sleep well, Amanda Hasbro. I’m sure Karriak-Sektannen won’t mind sharing his bed since it’s the only one on board.”
    Karriak-Sektannen blushed crimson, and this time she was certain it was from embarrassment. “I plan to sleep on the floor.”
    “I can’t ask you to do that.”
    “You didn’t ask. I offered.”
    “But—”
    “Leave it, sweethear—I mean, Amanda.”
    “Did you just call me ‘sweetheart’?”
    He shook his head. “I’m still getting used to English. The occasional misuse of a word is to be expected.”
    She wanted to ask how he mixed up her name with a term of endearment, but intellectual curiosity sidetracked her. “How long have you been learning English?”
    “To’h downloaded it to my neural link once we identified when and where you came from.”
    “You mean you didn’t know English until I came aboard?”
    He nodded.
    Wow, from a communication point of view it was a brilliant idea. With so many languages spoken on Earth it would be an extremely marketable product. A person could get rich developing something like that. Unlike space travel that would literally take generations to become profitable from a commercial perspective. Not that she was thinking about the money side of things. She didn’t design stuff for the money. Okay, maybe she was thinking of the money just a little. A person deserved reward for toil after all.
    Except that, oh yeah, Karriak-Sektannen was an alien, his computer was probably more advanced than anything she’d ever even imagined, and…well…she was only imagining all of this. Wasn’t she?
    “Are you finished?” Karriak-Sektannen asked quietly, interrupting her introspection.
    “Um, yes, thanks. It was delicious.”
    He smiled as he took her plate and utensils and slid them into something that looked like a drawer that she hoped was a dishwasher of sorts. Hygiene was nothing to mess with—even when one was only dreaming.
    “You look tired,” Karriak-Sektannen said as he sat back down. He reached over to touch her face, hesitated, but then did it anyway. “Would you like me to show you where the bed is?”
    “What about you?” she asked worriedly. If she wasn’t dreaming, then she was asking a very large alien to sleep on the floor. He simply smiled, took her hand, and led her into an area that seemed to be designated as a bedroom. The bed was the biggest thing she’d ever seen. Not only would it fit both of them, but she could probably fit an entire basketball team in the middle.
    “Um, Karriak-Sektannen, I don’t think the sleeping arrangements are going to be a problem. I’ll just sleep on one side and you can sleep on the other.”
    He frowned, and for a moment she thought he was going to decline, but then he shrugged instead.
    “As long as you aren’t offended by it, then I thank you for your concern. I wasn’t really looking forward to sleeping on the floor.”
    Considering how big the guy was, sleeping on the floor would be