“But Tonas, my love, we have jumped but we have never landed. After ten cycles our records are still free of Codex Findings. Codex Hearings, I’ll grant you many, but not findings. Rimmed the edge, but saved by the letters.” Jonal’s eyes sparkled as he recalled how very close to the line they strayed.
“PTA, Primary Trade Application. Those three letters saved our sacs many times.” Tonas smiled in return.
Jonal’s inner demons quelled, a relaxed and happy Tonas had migrated to the partner’s desk and set down the mug of Transian. “Why don’t you dump the tea and we’ll share some Asta. Thanks to Saxon and Lunas we’re free from duty for a few shifts,” Jonal asked.
“As Mark would say, I’m okay with that,” Tonas replied. “You win, we ask science. Who was the last one to go on report?”