"I made a human friend today."
"That's good."
"Her name is Galaxy."
"Interesting."
"She sells water to customers at the restaurant, and she sells sex to customers at the hotel where she goes after work."
"She's a prostitute."
"Fitz Grant. I can really make more money selling sex on this planet. Galaxy says it is the world's oldest profession. Surely if women have been selling sex for thousands of years it has to be a respectable job."
"No."
"I am tired of selling water."
"Quit the job. You don't need to work."
"The lady next door will give us her baby if we give her gold coins. She has a very interesting life story. She sells sex for a living, and the baby is the product of a transaction."
"How do you know that?"
"I met her outside and offered her a glass of water. When I told her about my planet, she asked me about drugs. I told her I don't have any drugs. I do have gold coins that I can exchange for her baby. She is going to accept my offer, and we can have a human baby."
"We are not buying a drug addicted prostitute's baby."
"We can't purchase a baby from the hospital. We are going to give her gold coins. Our marriage is not complete without a human baby."
"Olivia, babies are a huge responsibility. You don't need that stress. You're still learning how to be a human."
"I want a normal marriage Fitz Grant."
Fitz knew he wouldn't win this argument. They were adopting a baby. Not the crack baby next door. A formal adoption with an agency.
"Okay, we can start planning for a baby. I want you to be happy Olivia."
"Thank you Fitz Grant."