Giovannini simply stared at him. His eyes began to water, his nose to run and he turned away, groping for an evapochief.
Lindsay looked after him and shook his head. He said to Nina, who had rejoined him, "How about that? Johnny's in tears."
"Of course he is," snapped Nina. "He's allergic to the word 'voters'. Night soil, but you're simple!"
Lindsay felt his own eyes water. He sneezed, violently, for the first time since coming to Earth. Concerned, Nina said, "What's wrong, darling? Have I done something?"
"If you ever say 'night soil' again..." he began. Then, "Krrachooooo!" He felt as if the top of his head were missing.
Nina hugged him, grinning like a gamine. "I'll save it for very special occasions," she promised.