Longshot set his elbow on the table and rested his chin on the palm of his hand. "Least they have a lot of each other to talk to. Or snooze next to."

He wasn't quite sure what they would do under the ice. Probably not sex though. Their little fishy gonads would shrink.

"She also needs somebody with more patience," the Mojoworlder added. "And not so easily distracted by shinies."