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Trillian's at a table.

With a bunch of boxes.

Going through them. One item at a time. Most of the things in the boxes are, in fact, rocks.

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He blinks at her phrasing.

"The last time... it kind of came clear when we needed it."

"That's what I've managed to figure from stories - but how does it know when it's supposed to show up?"

She cocks her head a little. "Chemically, they're just electrically charged rocks."

Michael shrugs. "Never understood it myself. Programming, maybe."

"If there's anyone who can just get it, I want to meet that person. So far, nobody has - and I don't think that anyone I know outside of Benjy and Frankie will get it, and they might not be able to explain in ways that humans can understand."

"There might be someone on Antar who could help."

"... I never thought of that. Brill, Michael."

He grins. "I try."

"If you come across anyone." Trillian smiles at him, jotting something down on her notepad - in Aurebesh. "Not sure if chemists run rampant, I haven't been taking polls - but if there is one, send 'em my way."

"I'll ask around", he promises with a grin.

"I'll owe you one."

Beat.

"... Y'know, again."

"Nah." He waves it off. "We still owe you for what you did."

"I didn't do anything special. Just what I do, really. Max got me out of a sticky situation."

Max put her in it, too, but that's not the point. Besides, she offered.

"Then it's a whole big... payback thing. We do that."

"Everyone can just owe everyone else for all eternity," Trillian sums up.

He grins wryly. "Something like that."

"Hoopy."

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