There is a resurgence of giggling. "I'm not getting the damage deposit back on this one either, I guess!" Just now it's the funniest thing that's ever happened. The thought of cleaning up, or even moving at all, is just not appealing. You guess you can have a little nap. The windows are fogged up, so that's a nice little privacy screen right there, and the fluffcheep isn't making noise in the cargo area so he's probably asleep. Ideally, you'd get the violet stain off the seat before it sets, but who are you kidding? Either it's stainproof to begin with or they're going to have to replace the upholstery; an hour or two won't make a difference. By the end of this logic train your fingers have gone still in Erskin's hair, your eyes are closed, and your breathing is slowing. After that, the train takes off into illogic in a happy looping wander, and you end up dreaming about traveling the galaxy in search of lush vacation worlds with Erskin, in a ship that is Galley even though Galley is also beside you on the bridge, holding your other hand and evaluating each planet based on its otter-friendly qualities. It's one of the best dreams you've ever had.