Gurashi,
Who you are friends with, especially a contemptible bug one is not my
concern or really worth the dirt on my boot as a reason for entry.
That said…
Tridemon points at Bizirik, the leothin. "Animal." He then points at an adolescent vinestalker. "Vegetable." And then he taps himself on the chest. "Mineral."
Bizirik, the leothin sniffs Terentia, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from Her is.
"That much shows," Terentia remarks, and as Bizirik gets close to sniff Her,…