I gazed open-mouthed at Keon, completely grazzed. “Keon, you’re amaz!” I said. “He’s totally zan!” said Issette. Keon gave a smug smile, reached out, grabbed a hand from each of me and Issette, and kissed them in turn. “It’s a pleasure to help two such elegant Alphan vid stars.” He laughed at our startled faces, while the reproving automated voice of the room sensor spoke from the ceiling overhead. “Your current inter-person intimacy is exceeding that acceptable for your age group.” Keon pulled a face at the ceiling and released our hands. “Whoever sets the rules for those room sensors must be incredibly prudish if they think kissing hands is unacceptable intimacy. Now will you both please go away and leave me in peace? Jarra needs to transform back into her normal self before dinner, or Cathan will spend the whole time trying to talk her into boy and girling again.” Issette and I retreated in confusion, closing the door behind us. “That was very odd behaviour from Keon,”
