Amala Dayle. "Yes," the Director acknowledged. "She told me she enjoyed the music tremendously." "Chalean music is not all that different from Celtic music," Hael Sejm conceded. "I knew she would like it." Dr. Dayle, a bioengineer with the Ministry of Public Education, arched a thick white brow at the Chalean chemist. "We could have used Ionarian chants and the results would have been the same. The subliminals encoded within the music was the important thing." Hael Sejm snorted. "You may enjoy your heathenish Ionarian chants, Dayle, but they are certainly not conducive to a person's listening enjoyment as Chalean harp and pipe music is!" "That is a matter of opinion," the Ionarian scientist sniffed. Dr. Dean went to her bar and poured herself another Viragonian cocktail. Over the years, she had developed a fondness for the sweet liqueur. Perhaps too much of a fondness for the lime-flavored brew. "You know," she said, coming back to her chair and sitting down, "I really think we should push for Bridget to sleep with him before he leaves for Helios Twelve." Hael frowned.
