"No, no hotel for wayward actors," Bones laughed, but then started thinking... maybe Chris might be interested in sticking around, or coming back later that evening.

It took no time to put the salad together, so Bones started chopping and slicing, getting it the way he liked it with lots of tomatoes and some sweet pepper-like fruit that he only ever found on this planet. Damn if it didn't taste good in a salad. "It's not the bedroom I'm worried about, Captain." One glance into the living area showed the sofa pillows on the floor where they left them from last night.

No doubt the lube was still around there, too.