The ship's been cleaned. Insanely. Every bit of it's shining brightly, even whiter than it normally is, and all is pristine and perfect for a trip that guarantees, considering time and the personages involved, that by the time they land, it'll be a mess
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He is standing to the side in his immaculate black suit. Not particularly imposing to the casual eye, but the bard moves with a deadly grace.
Without further ado, he proceeds to pull out the harp he has brought and play softly.
It is important to have one's priorities straight.
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Max peeks over his shoulder at the harp.
"You're Trillian's friend, right?"
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"I am her husband."
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Max pretends to understand.
Um, Trillian ...
"I should've remembered that. I thought I was paying more attention than I was, I guess."
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It doesn't work well.
Instead, he settles for waving lazily. "Hey, there. Guess you're one of Trill's recruits, huh?"
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"Charmed," he says, grinning widely with both heads. "Zaphod Beeblebrox, owner and proprietor of the Heart of Gold and President of the Galaxy. Sometimes."
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- I've never been on a spaceship before, *she announces to the room at large.* Are they always this shiny?
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This is much cleaner than the Nebuchadnezzar. And less cold. Mouse approves.
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He hates goodbyes. Even when they're temporary.
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Trillian does try.
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He gives her a valiant attempt at a smile.
"I'll be alright once we get going."
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She laughs, tugging on his arm.
"No, I've got an old-fashioned hotplate in the kitchen. Zaphod nearly ate me."
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