"Or Tichnat," she said. "Or Starza. Or me."
I stared at her. "You'd do." My voice shook. "You were gone three
months. They could have got to you."
Her rich, warm laughter sifted through the twilight, and I wanted to hit
her. "They did," she gurgled, "but I've decided to relent, Jake. I'll
spare the plant on one condition--that you take me to the Term festival
tomorrow night."