AT:M3P 57

"Oh, a woman's number! Human ruins their pants all the time, over man-woman. Ha!" A sound like mirthful wet gravel poured over wood bubbled out of the tharp. Tentin laughed, attempted to brush dirt off his knees, and found there wasn't much left for it to cling to.

"Fair enough," said Tentin, grinning. "Say, where's the best place for fresh cheese? Not that hamster stuff, though."

"Harlok won't get you cheese?" the tharp asked, surprising Tentin that ee knew who he was.

"I'm sure he would, I just want to myself. I don't know what to do with servants, really." Tentin felt the wind on at least one knee.

"Mm. Natter said you may be a good one. Torn knees and no hamster cheese. Good enough for me." The little tharp waddled next to him and gently turned him towards Marlspont. "I'll show you, it's on the way."

The End