"Oy! Nau'l!" Ara'nov yelled as she slipped into Zeta's current hide out.
"Me'vaar ti gar?"
"We got something for you!" Ara leaned back slightly and winked at Bes'la, who stood behind her.
"A present?" Nau'l gasped, darting down the little flight of stairs to the main room of the tiny suite. "What did you find? New culture files? 'Fo on the Chiss? I've been trying to find some of that for eons!"
Ara shook her head with a smile that in most situations would have sent off warning bells in Nau'l's mind but for some reason that didn't occur this time. "Nope."
"Even better," Bes'la was quick to add.
With wide eyes, Nau'l just looked at them.
Chuckling, Bes'la elbowed Ara who blinked, let the grin slide off her face and pulled a narrow package, about half a meter long, from behind her back. She handed it wordlessly to the intel agent and stepped back a step.
Nearly bouncing up and down in her excitement, Nau'l tore the packaging off and shrieked with glee as it fell away to reveal something she had always wanted. A besbev.
Nau'l's shriek of joy rivaled even the most piercing that Bes'la had ever produced as she realized what she was holding. Ara winced, then grinned at the expression of sheer joy on her sister's face. This was going to be fun.
Nau'l clutched the flute-like instrument to her chest and bounced excitedly around the small room, squeaking incoherently with joy. "Bes'bev! Bes'bev bes'bev bes'bev! DOOMSHINY!"
Ara collapsed into an overstuffed chair, shaking with laughter, and Bes'la perched on the arm of another, grinning broadly. "Wayii, whistle, if we knew it was going to make you so happy, we would have brought two!"
Nau'l's eyes were as wide as a Plex barrel with that thought. Two bes'beve? Her musings were interrupted by Ara, who had finally stopped laughing long enough to gasp out a question. "Well, aren't you going to play it for us?"
Nau'l nodded, eyes shining, and held the silver cylinder to her lips, blowing across the hole at one end. No sound came forth, and she held it away from her face, peering at it curiously. "It's not working," she said forlornly.
"Try again," Bes'la said, smiling, as Ara was still convulsed with giggles.
Nau'l blew into the bes'bev again, and again it didn't work. She looked up suspiciously at her laughing sisters, and her doubts were confirmed. "YOU!" she said, narrowing her eyes and pointing at them. Ara threw back her head, laughing even harder. "It doesn't WORK!" Nau'l exclaimed, shaking the instrument at them. "It doesn't work on PURPOSE!"
"Of course it doesn't, little whistle!" Bes'la grinned at her infuriated sister. "You didn't actually think we'd give you that dangerous of a weapon, did you?"
Nau'l's shriek of rage brought tears of mirth to Ara's eyes. The intel agent crossed the room in two steps and waved the sharpened end of the bes'bev under her sister's nose. "This- isn't- funny!"
"Ye- yes it is!" Ara gasped, eyes closed as she shook with hilarity. Nau'l scowled blackly and prodded her leader's stomach with the pointed tip, only to have it crumple under the pressure.
She shrieked and held it up, surveying the crushed end with mingled fury and incredulity. She sputtered inarticulately for a while before she could finally speak. "Not only does it not play, but I can't even stab people with it? You two are evil!" She whirled and stomped out of the room, still clutching the useless bes'bev in one rigid fist, leaving her sisters immobilized with laughter behind her.