"Yes, of course," sighs Prime.

"We are after all so useful."

"You are. Resurrecting the dead and curing all diseases with a touch, and all."

"And making ships that go to the moon in minutes flat and who knows what Phix will be able to do when she's fully explored her talents and all of Katydid's cunning spellbinding."

"Yes. Those, too. Also, if I'm not mistaken my alts would be incredibly distressed at the mysterious disappearance of all Bells."

Max makes another sad sound.

"Correct," says Cypress, moving to cuddle his wife.

Spring pats Max on the shoulder. "There, there, I do not expect any of us to disappear."

"I mean, I agree, but it's still kind of distressing."

"Sorry."

"Not your fault, thank you for the - shoulder pat."

"You're welcome."

Cam emerges in time - if not really plenty of time - to safely land the shuttle.

Max does not comment.

"You think you're used to them?" Cam asks archly.

"If you want me to leave yours you'll probably have to wait in the shuttle."

"Nah, nah, take 'em, the tail too, I can replace them later, but I'll probably fall over constantly, they help a lot with balance. At least it's lunar gravity."

"Katydid has a fix for the clumsiness, by the way."

"Oh, very nice. But I think I will go back to my preferred number of appendages after this visit anyway."

"Euagh," says Cam. "All right. Look how human we are. Get your brother and we can all go."