<Not everyone observes the days you find sacred,> Alloran says. He's dimly aware of a few things about Christianity, just enough that it seems completely absurd and barbaric. <There's nothing unfortunate about that. If you're going to drag me into this kind of thing, the least you can do is pretend to be impartial.>

The weather is unpleasant, the sort that makes great exertion dangerous. Experimentally, scanning around with his eyestalks, the Andalite tries to grind flower petals underhoof and see if they're actually edible.

<I have a feeling I know who this is. Would she thank you for showing this to me?>