“Can’t tonight Trills,” Susan said as she swept a handful of protein bars into one of her over large pockets. “I got a deadline.”
Ten-Trills ran a quick hook over his sensory horns to hide his offense. She had given him an open invitation to use her pockets for mid-day nesting and then she kept them in such disorder. It was very confusing.
“I am sorry to hear that,” Ten-Trills informed her when he had his fur smoothed. “Did the central coordinators send you another emergency packet?”
“Nah,” Susan said as she selected a rather worrying number of stimulants from those displayed on the counter. “It’s just that report on the protein yields on that hybrid from Tau Gamma Seven.”
“Were you not assigned that report six months ago?” Ten- Trills asked.
“Yeah,” Susan said as she tossed a final muffin into her pockets. “But it’s not done till tonight at midnight.”
“How much do you have left to do?” Ten-Trills asked.
“Enough to keep me busy till midnight,” Susan said as she strode out of the room. “See you tomorrow Trills.”
Ten-Trills watched her go as he mulled over the many recreational hours they had spent together at Susan’s behest. Hopefully there would not be too many crumbs in her pockets when she, hopefully, finished her report.