"Sure." Harold was munching beans. Then he rummaged in the supplies and brought out a jar of peaches. He drank off some of the juice. "Rosie never gets enough sugar in these to suit me." The peaches slid off the spoon. He dug in with his fingers and brought out a slice. "Point of the whole thing. Explore. Look around." He tilted the jar to his mouth and let slices fall into his mouth. "Pick up some samples of rocks and things."
"You can get rocks right around home."
"But these are different. These weigh only a quarter as much as the rocks on Earth. Or is it a sixth?"
"In that case—" Orville started gathering up empty bags and cans and putting them into a soup carton.
"What're you doing?"
"Cleaning the place up a little. We can get rid of some of this trash."
"Don't throw those out! I paid a deposit on them." Harold pulled out the empty milk bottles and put them back in the case.
III
Harold had said the landing would be as gentle as laying a baby in its cradle. It wasn't exactly.
He said: "There!"