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"No! Just get one up here!" She blew her nose noisily. "And

huny."

"Of course."
"Excuse." The orange Ipsilonian was still standing there.

"Rum, plish."

Lekvich Tor felt tears of frustration forming in his eyes.
What did this creature want from him? If only he had paid
more attention to languages during training. Was a rum plish
an exotic drink? He had a sudden hysterical image of the
Ipsilonian sitting at a table in the Andromeda bar, a pink
drink with a parasol in at least three of its six paws. Then he
imagined the Ipsilonian keeling over. The screams. The law-
suits. The unemployment office.

"Ah, Ambassador Syxxxch, there you are."
Blonde and immaculate Terralynne Stag, the assistant night
manager, hurried up and took one of the orange fur paws in
her hands, shaking it energetically. "We've been waiting for
you, ma'am. Your translator has been delayed. I'm so sorry."
She smiled brightly at Lekvich Tor, a smile containing abso-
lutely no recognition but an endless supply of professional

goodwill.

"Rum, plish," said the Ipsilonian.
"Yes, of course, we'll see to your room immediately."
Before Lekvich Tor could raise the issue of his missing su-
pervisor, Terralynne had swept the ambassador away toward
the main desk and reception area.

Bzzzt!
Lekvich Tor snapped to. "Hotel Andromeda, concierge."

"This is room 3975-"

Lekvich Tor saw that he was talking to someone in the wa-
ter wing. No wonder the voice sounded so muffled and pecu-
liar. The water-breather was using a voice synthesizer.

"How can I be of service?" he said quickly.

"Our fenestres -- ah, portholes -- are opaqued again. We

posit algae as the culprit."

"I'll call Amphibious Housekeeping immediately."