"Yes. It's good to be out of the ship."
"We'll bury him first, of course."
"Naturally."
"And spend the night in the open, with good air, right? Good to be in
the open again. After two weeks in that damned ship."
"Right. I'll find a spot for him. You start supper, eh?"
"Done."
"Should be good sleeping tonight."
"Fine, fine."
They made a grave and said a word over it. They drank their evening
coffee silently. They smelled the sweet air of the planet and looked at
the lovely sky and the bright and beautiful stars.
"What a night," they said, lying down.
"Pleasant dreams," said one, rolling over.