He had never seen Aeryn like this.  No one had ever described her as talkative.  As far as he could
tell, she was recounting  her entire life, minute by minute.

“How long has this been going on?” he asked.

“Three arns,” D’Argo said.

“What set it off?”

“Some kind of health tonic.  It said something about a nature nectar on the label.”

Aeryn was describing her first Prowler mission -- pacing, gesturing, animated, jacked up to the
gills on some kind of speed.  

Something caught his eye.  Four empties on the table, all liter bottles.

Not a natural nectar.  

Mountain Dew.

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