<span style="color: #FF0000">"Oh man, oh man, this is gonna be great! Hey, when can we try that big gravity chamber thing? Mom, have you ever gone into that thing?"</span>She looked over to Aiko. It was pretty clear she got some of her excitable nature from her mother, too.<br/><br/>Meantime, Tarrok was picking up on that. Sage did get things her way a lot of the time, true. Squeaky wheels and grease went the sayings. It was scary how much he reminded him of his mother.<br/><br/>Plus side, that meant Tarrok knew what was going on upstairs fairly well. Some of it was he didn't want to be a problem. Some of it feeling overshadowed, which wasn't totally unfair. Kid was going to be a real peace maker, and the galaxy would be better for it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"So on the way in to Rodina, spotted a neat little hole in the wall."</span>Tarrok conversationally took a small piece of his steak and dropped it on Daikon's plate. Partly to get his attention and partly because the kid needed a full meal.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Bookstore, just racks of stuff going on forever it seemed. If I knew what to look for, I might bring something back home next time."</span><br/><br/>Daikon was a smart kid, and he'd enjoy having anything to devour. With his winnings and the savings from his merc days, he could give him a library to eat up. At the very least, he'd give his son the tools to be whatever he wanted to be. That kind of freedom was something he'd never had himself, his children would be more fortunate.