Chapter 11

“You from this system?” asked Leander, receiving a grunt in response. Better than nothing. “Not me. Born and raised on the Moon. No snow. How do you stand all this fluffy white shit?”

“You’re Lunar?” asked Eryx, glancing toward Leander. “I’m not surprised. You’re all a bunch of assholes.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, if you’re going to sell that, you can’t sound so proud.”

“All right, you got me. I’m not offended.” But Leander was intrigued. Eryx was talking like someone with a rivalry, and no bigger rivalry existed in the galaxy than that between the Moon and Earth. “Let me guess—Terran?”

“Yes, and I’m sure it makes you feel smart.” Eryx tapped a few things on the wall pad and sighed, crossed his arms, leaned back. “What, no smug grin for your clever guess?”

“I’m trying to figure out which sport you’re into. Baseball?”

“Try curling.”