Gil smiles shyly and trots across, hooves clicking. He settles on his hocks at Pan's hooves and offers the fruit - the mango is diced, he knows from experience how sticky you can get from opening one with a horn.

"Lord," he says, "welcome to Milliways. I - um - would have greeted you before only ..."

He quietens, flushing, knowing he probably smells of diffidence and awe.