A Closed and Common Orbit (Wayfarers, #2)

by Becky Chambers

‘Different species,’ Blue said, ‘different butts.’ He nodded toward the rows of high-backed, rounded seats, unsuitable for Aandrisk tails or Harmagian carts.

‘Are naps good?’ ‘Naps are fucking great.’

If you know what you’d like—’ ‘I do.’ Pepper nodded seriously. ‘I’d like the left side of the menu, please.’

‘What’s kids?’ ‘Children.’ ‘Am I a kids?