Ibika gets down on the deck readily.  Slowly and gently, he wraps his arms around Abby's waist, holding her close to him.  "Thanks," he says.  "I'll try not to wiggle around too much."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the grippli gets an idea.  He spreads out his long, spidery fingers and starts to rub all over the inside of Lang's stomach.  He has no idea how proper this is, but he is down there and he has the idea.  If Lang tells him to stop, he does, but until then he keeps going.