“Ben
– may I call you Ben?” Narf-win-Getag asked, settling down in his chair.
“By all means, Mr. Ambassador,” Ben Javna said. Being of inferior rank to the ambassador,
Javna had remained standing and had moved out in front of his desk. Staying behind the desk would have been
considered a breach of etiquette.
“Thank you,” Narf-win-Getag said.
“I know my people have a reputation for being socially standoffish, but
in private we can be just as relaxed as any sentient being. I even encourage my secretary to call me
‘Narf’ when we are doing private business.”
“And does she, Mr. Ambassador?” Javna asked.
“Oh, of course she doesn’t,” Narf-win-Getag said. She wouldn’t dare. But it’s nice of me to
offer, don’t you think?”
(from The
Android’s Dream by John Scalzi)
8*/10. The
complete review is here.
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