Blahrog's silence was more than dignified.
"What do you mean?" Hrom asked.
"You wouldn't mind if we used a picture of a Master Cobbler in the ad, would you?"
Blahrog thawed abruptly. "You have an idea?"
"If you don't mind the picture."
"He doesn't mind," Hrom said, adding in Felician, "After all, Papa, we don't have to let any ships but the freighters land."
"Go ahead, then," Blahrog consented.
"Good luck," Hrom added.
"You," Andy welcomed her. "Bah." He shut his eyes. Most of him was sprawled out on the floor.