"Guess we're just gonna have to take in a couple day games when we go see the Blue Sox play on their home turf." Wouldn't it be just his luck if they managed to make it all the way to Earth and got stuck on the same island there? Damn, that's a harsh thought, so he keeps it to himself. "If it's one of them open-air stadiums."

Hopefully it's one of those parts of the planet that ain't under constant bombardment from meteors.

"And if that don't work, I hear Venus is nice and hot as long as you stay on the sunny side of the planet." For the first time in a long damn time, he feels like the world's his oyster. Mississippi-fried or served up cold in the shell, it don't matter. He catches that finger of hers and for just a second twists his hair around it.

You like?

Then he takes off the Blue Sox cap, runs his hand through his hair, and sets the cap on her head at a nice jaunty angle.

"Blue looks good on you, Freckles. Always thought so." Better still if he gets to take it off her with his own hands. Right about now he's thinkin' two things. The first is about ordering another pair of those Ambrosias, and the second is all about gettin' back to their room. Hell, it's their last night in the historic city of Mars-Tokyo and the Blue Sox won. They ought to celebrate one way or another.