"Have some olgan seed cakes," Hrom offered. "Why didn't you tell Mr. Stephens?"
Miss Featherpenny took a cake. "Partly because of his almighty attitude, and partly because I was on your.... Ow!" She clapped a hand hastily to her jaw.
"What's wrong?" Hrom asked, alarmed.
"Broke a tooth," Miss Featherpenny muttered, her face contorted.
"Does it hurt much?" Hrom's question was part sympathy and part curiosity.
Miss Featherpenny nodded. "I'll have to find a dentist right away."
"What's a dentist?"
"Man who fixes your teeth."
"But we don't have teeth," Hrom said.
"I forgot," Miss Featherpenny moaned. "Oh, Lord, I guess I'll have to go all the way back to Earth."