“I cough. “Can I offer you a drink?” “You have drinks here?” he asks hopefully. “They didn’t ship me into space with booze, no. We Fédération types might be decadent, but we’re not that decadent,” I say. “I can offer you water or, um, water. Some of the pouches have a slightly different font, so you can choose serif hydration or sans serif hydration.” A reward: the truffle of a smile on Kodiak’s face. “I will take some of your finest sans serif water, please. And that manicotti. I have been thinking for weeks about that manicotti. I want to marry that manicotti.” Humour Book:The Darkness Outside Us Source: The Darkness Outside Us