“They’re like us!” Embra murmured enthusiastically.
Niklas, his hands buried in his tool belt, shook his head. The goggles strapped to his forehead wiggled unsteadily. “Not exactly. Close. They have a different method. Did you see the lightning plume? They use a more—volatile—method.”
“Okay.” The ghost-boy-in-a-robotic-shell was visibly impatient. “So they’re not exactly like us, but they’re close? What are you…?”
“Nothing, Emb.” Niklas grinned slightly. “I don’t know what to do. This hasn’t happened to us before. Could there be etiquette between travelers of the larger universes?”
Embra considered. “Well. Let’s be polite.”
“Obviously, mein freund. Anything else you think we should do?”
“Let’s offer them some of our lemon bars?”
“A cornerstone of diplomacy you’d make, Embra Bone,” Niklas chortled, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Let’s go.”
(Source: velvetdemon.net)
