"Yeah."
"Farradyne, you're not sold-up on this next jaunt to Terra, are you?"
"Just one passenger going to Denver."
"Mind if I buy a stateroom?"
"Not at all."
"I want to go pick flowers on Terra," yawned Cahill. "If you like, maybe we can pick some together."
"Maybe we can," said Farradyne, draining his glass and starting to get up. Cahill got up too and led the way out. Farradyne flagged down a taxicab. "Spaceport," he told the driver. "Coming?" he asked Cahill.
"Yeah."
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