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"Just a little bit I guess," Bert smiled sheepishly.

Paul laughed again. "Ain't nothin' wrong with that!"

Bert grinned and finished his drink, "This was nice, we should do it again sometime," he said.

"Sure," said Paul, "an' if you ever need you a trim..."

"I'll come and see you," said Bert with a nod.

Paul flashed Bert his teeth before turning to order another refill...

Bert returned to his campus, Paul wasn't so bad after all, in fact, he seemed quite nice...

After finishing his third drink along with a couple of brightly-colored tablets, Paul checked the clock and rose from his seat. It would soon be time to start work. He steadied himself and exited the bar, enjoying the colorful tilt of the horizon without so much as a stumble.

Hurrying along her way Greta nearly stumbled into him, "Oh! I'm sorry!" she apologized.

Paul cocked his head at her. "You sure are in a hurry, there."

"Well, I'm hoping to find a salon before they close, my normal place closed down and I have a meeting tomorrow so if I'm going to get my hair done I need to do it tonight," said Greta.

"Jus' follow me," Paul offered with a broad, toothy smile. "'S where I was headed."

"Oh? Alright," Greta said, falling into step with him, "I'm Greta Kraus," she said.

"Paul. Hey, I know who you are..." Paul didn't stop walking or turn to face her as he continued on his way. "Yer with the human space program."

Greta nodded, "That I am!" she beamed at him, "It's been my life's dream to join a space program,"

Paul reached over to give her a slightly unsteady pat on the back. "Now y'all are workin' with <<Schickelgrubers>>," he noted. "Can't get much better'n that when it comes to space."