“What’s that thing?” Chiana peered at the colorful images, her nose a scant two denches from the
television screen, knees and elbows jutting at various angles.
“I believe it is an apple,” Aeryn said.
“And that?” Chiana pointed at a different object.
“Some other type of fruit.”
“Those are people in costumes. Why are they dressed like that?”
“If I understand correctly, they are attempting to sell underwear.”
Chiana looked from Aeryn to the television and back. “You mean under garments? This is how
they market under garments?”
“This might explain why Crichton behaves the way he does.”
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