Glaudot also frowned. That line of thought wouldn't get him anywhere.
"O.K.," he said. "One piano coming up?"
"All right," Robin said.
Glaudot blinked. The pretty girl hadn't moved. She hadn't even changed
her facial expression. But a parlor grand piano stood on the rock before
them.
"Well, I'll be damned," Glaudot said. "What else can you create?"
"We made all the natives here. We made the green and crimson. We made
this whole Wild Country. We made some of the animals too."
"Like--the piano? Out of nothing?"
"Is there another way?"
Glaudot said, "You better come back to the ship with me. Captain'll like
to see you."