Later, she sat up, studied him hard for a moment, and shook her head wistfully. "Oh, Charles, you'd be perfect," she said, "if you only had lavender ears." "That shouldn't be much trouble," he answered gravely. "I'll signal a passing spaceship, get to New Texas and have my ears tattooed. Good enough?" She nuzzled against his neck. "Wonderful, darling. It would make you look so--so Bohemian!" It was the finest compliment Charles had ever received.