Even with this luxury of senses, he scanned. He took the flash-quick inventory which constituted his professional skill. His eyes swept in the news of the instruments. Nothing showed off scale, beyond the Nerve Compression hanging in the edge of "Danger." But he could not worry about the Nerve box. That always came through Cranching. You couldn't get under the wire without having it show on the Nerve box. Some day the box would go to _Overload_ and drop back down to _Dead_. That was the way a haberman ended. But you couldn't have everything. People who went to the Up-and-Out had to pay the price for Space. Anyhow, he should worry! He was a Scanner. A good one, and he knew it. If he couldn't scan himself, who could? This cranching wasn't too dangerous. Dangerous, but not too dangerous. Luci put out her hand and ruffled his hair as if she had been reading his thoughts, instead of just following them: "But you know you shouldn't have! You shouldn't!" "But I did!" He grinned at her. Her gaiety still forced, she said: "Come on, darling, let's have a good time. I have almost everything there is in the icebox--all your favorite tastes. And I have two new records just full of smells. I tried them out myself, and even I liked them. And you know me--" "Which?" "Which what, you old darling?" He slipped his hand over her shoulders as he limped out of the room. (He could never go back to feeling the floor beneath his feet, feeling the air against his face, without being bewildered and clumsy. As if cranching was real, and being a haberman was a bad dream. But he was a haberman, and a Scanner.) "You know what I meant, Luci.... the smells, which you have. Which one did you like, on the record?" "Well-l-l," said she, judiciously, "there were some lamb chops that were the strangest things--" He interrupted: "What are lambtchots?" "Wait till you smell them. Then guess. I'll tell you this much. It's a smell hundreds and hundreds of years old. They found about it in the old books." "Is a lambtchot a Beast?" "I won't tell you. You've got to wait," she laughed, as she helped him sit down and spread his tasting dishes before him. He wanted to go back over the dinner first, sampling all the pretty things he had eaten, and savoring them this time with his now-living lips and tongue. When Luci had found the Music Wire and had thrown its sphere up into the force-field, he reminded her of the new smells. She took out the long glass records and set the first one into a transmitter. "Now sniff!" A queer frightening, exciting smell came over the room. It seemed like nothing-in this world, nor like anything from the Up-and-Out. Yet it was familiar. His mouth watered. His pulse beat a little faster; he scanned his Heart box. (Faster, sure enough.) But that smell, what was it? In mock perplexity, he grabbed her hands, looked into her eyes, and growled: "Tell me, darling! Tell me, Or I'll eat you up!" "That's just right!"