Well, Nita's got sort of golden hair that she wears in a strange way. She's got a face like a princess and eyes like mysterious green pools. From the ears down she's wearing soft, blonde, feathery fur that she grows herself, looks like. Oh, she's also wearing a few pieces of fancy gear here and there.

And as Frankie parks beside her on the mossy slope her voice reminds him of a slowly strummed harp. "Have a loo-loo, Frankie," she urged.

She reaches up to a tree that makes Frankie think of an overgrowed yellow skeleton of an old umbrella strung with red and green Christmas-tree balls.

Nita plucks a green ball and gives it to him. "You'll love loo-loos, Frankie. Everybody around here eats nothing else for breakfast, lunch and supper."

The thing smells something like a cross between a cantaloupe and a peach. So Frankie takes a bite. What it really tastes like, Frankie don't know; he's never eat such a thing before. So naturally one bite don't give no score.

Meanwhile, Nita's breath is like perfume on his cheek as she pokes her fingers through his hair to see has he more than just the two eyes in the front of his face—she herself having a spare parked in the back of her fancy dome. As usual, though, Frankie's rigged out according to the style of the company he's with. Maybe Nita feels comfortable in that get-up of hers. But Frankie wishes he was wearing more than just a fancy skirt-like rig around the axles. After all, it's a bit chilly here on Mars and he ain't growed no fur suit on himself to keep the goosebumps from running around.

Nita rubs her cheek against his. "Frankie with only two eyes like Nita with three eyes?"

"Yeah." Frankie smothers a small burp. "Sure."

"Nita with three eyes like Frankie with only two eyes." She snuggles closer to him. "Very much, Nita with three eyes like Frankie with only two eyes."

"Yeah." Frankie with only two eyes feels sort of queer. "Yeah, that's all right." He also decides he better not eat the rest of this loo-loo thing.

"Frankie with only two eyes want to kiss Nita with three eyes? Hmmmmm?"

"Uh—urp." The guy's took a boat ride once and wasn't a very good sailor then. So he sort of knows now.

"Frankie with only two eyes—you are turning green as a loo-loo." Nita stares at his puss 

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