        Dale glanced at the unicorn, seeing what could only be recognition in its eyes.  He had already decided that reciprocating in kind was the easiest way to handle things—if the book was any indication, these creatures had vastly more experience interacting with aliens, especially since humanity’s score thus far was—at best—one, and he was probably giving himself too much credit.  Maybe one-half, since they hadn’t declared war on Earth yet, as far as he knew.  He’d upgrade it to one when his leaders and their leaders met peacefully.