Chapter Thirteen
It took some convincing, but I got him in the end. I mean, it had to be done; with just us three corporeal beings on board, it made no sense for two of the three to have a brawl-on-sight relationship.
So after I overruled all Del’s protestations (no time, no need, no inclination), I ventured with him back down the elevator to my room, carrying the leftover olive-flavored sausage on a plate. Along the way I gave him a basic breakdown. He was not to approach Midge or move quickly around her. He was to let her sniff him as she liked.
“And I don’t think she’ll do this, but let her lick you if she wants to.”
“Lick?”
“Yes. Licking equals dog kisses.”
“In Ailopt, our pets—”
“—are far superior, I’m sure. Minimal licking, no hairballs or rummage sessions through the garbage—
