"And then?" asked Franks.
"Then we will have left the small end, which I'll give to you, Walt, so that you can have part of the credit."
Walt shook his head. "The easy part," he said uncheerfully. "By which you mean the manner in which we contact them and make them listen to us?"
"That's her," said Don with a cheerful smile.
"Fine!" said Thomas. "Now what do we do?"
"Clear up this mess so we can make the cam. This drawing will do, just grab the tablecloth."
Joe, the operator of Equilateral's one and only establishment for the benefit of the stomach, came up as the three men began to move their glasses and dishes over to an empty table. "What makes with the tablecloth?" he asked. "Don't you want a piece of carbon paper and another tablecloth?"
"No," said Don nonchalantly. "This single copy will do."
"We lose lots of tablecloths that way," said Joe. "It's tough, running a restaurant on Equilateral. I tried using paper ones once, but that didn't work. I had 'em printed, but when the Solar System was on 'em, you fellows drew schematic diagrams for a new coupler circuit. I put all kinds of radio circuits on them, and the gang drew plans for antenna arrays. I gave up and put pads of paper on each table, and the boys used them to make folded paper airplanes and they shot them all over the place. Why don't you guys grow up?"