Why sand? Would not sand get into certain intimate places? Most uncomfortable.

*Human*female*friend* Elle spoke eloquently about wanting to sit on sand and drink fruity drinks with umbrellas in them for her second honeymoon. What did the excrement of bees and a satellite astral body have to do with spousal contracts? And then, why did one need two of them?

To start with, the word honeymoon was mysterious. Tristol had no idea what a second honeymoon meant. Tris had been chosen to feed the cat, and to pet the cat, and to call the cat a wonderful feline creature. Mister Montiguous’s humans were away on their second honeymoon. To have charge of a cat, particularly this cat, was a truly sacred responsibility. And Tristol was utterly enamored of the funny hairy four-footed beastie. *Cat*neuter*pet* Mister Montiguous was currently under Tristol’s care. Or at least, this particular sample thereof. Which meant that once he met one of these so-called pets, he was rather taken with the concept. Tristol, however, was a galoi, the notoriously easygoing loga variant, too. Who would have dreamed up such an eccentricity? Keep an animal in one’s abode intended for neither work nor food but just companionship? Very weird. Fertile sexy brown-toned creatures, humans, with those adorable round little ears and petal shaped eyes. And no one argued with the fact that they were awfully prolific in all things, breeding faster than any other space-faring species ever encountered in the charted galaxy. But humans could be efficient in their weirdness and often quite fun. Surely all the other aliens would agree with Tristol on this subject – especially at the pub (which was run by humans) on the space station (also run by humans). The 12th Chapter: But we don’t have a word for that, either! The 11th Chapter: Favorite shade of purple The 10th Chapter: Why aliens don’t eat noodles The 8th Chapter: Socks, chopsticks, and second dates The 7th Chapter: But we don’t even he a word for it The 6th Chapter: Coordinating colors and other intimacies The 3rd Chapter: It’s always better to have puffy hair The 2nd Chapter: In danger of cat scratches and ramen splashes The 1st Chapter: What’s with the pet thing anyway? Gail has a fun, silly newsletter full of gossip, sneak peeks, and giveaways. Carriger, brings you a light-hearted romantic cozy mystery featuring an adorable lavender alien and his human crush. NYT bestseller Gail Carriger, writing as G.

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