“You do That! for fun?”
“What the heck is that?”
Charlie peered past Kress’ shoulder. “Oh. That’s my wingsuit. I use it for base jumping.”
Kress screwed up her saurian features. “Base… Jumping.”
“Yeah,” Charlie grinned. She started to bounce in her enthusiasm. “It’s like skydiving, only instead of jumping out of a plane, you jump off of something really tall, build up speed with the suit, and then rip silk.” She hastily amended, “Uh. That means pop the chute.”
Kress backed up. “Just when I start to forget that your species is insane… you do me the favour of a periodic reminder.”
Charlie gave her a half shrug. “Glad to be of service.”
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