“I would also do that!” Dorn said quickly. “After feeding her.” “I thought you said we couldn’t steal each other’s ideas?” Xennet hissed. “This is not stealing,” Dorn scoffed. “This is merely… resource sharing.” “Brainstorming?” I suggested. “There are no storms in my brain,” Xennet exclaimed, looking rather offended. “I assure you that my brain is very calm! Very normal!” Yes… Clearly…
