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You and Kosmo walk into plain view and the pair shift in demeanor. The man smiles sweetly, while the woman takes off a glove and extends her left hand.

"Ah, you must be the, uh, President for the new Europa colony, right?" she says as you awkwardly clasp her hand.

"Palmer. It's Frank Palmer at your service!" the man says, stepping forward and taking your right hand at the same time, forcing you to cross your arms as you shake both at the same time.

"Flo, I mean, Florence Palmer, doubly at your service," says the woman.

Kosmo grins as you extricate your hands from the pair. "These two are both top in their field of lunar urban-agriculture," he says. "But unfortunately, we've only got room for one." He addresses the pair of them. "I can understand if you'd both want to decline. I wouldn't want to break up a family here…."

"NO!" the pair of them say at the same time.

"It wouldn't be a problem," says Frank.

"Chance of a lifetime, after all," says Flo.

"There'll be slots available in the second migration ship, arriving in the seventh year," says Kosmo, though the pair don't seem to need reassuring.

You take each one aside for some final questions. For the position, it's most important that Frank or Florence…