"Oh, no, you don't! That there thing goes right back into your fish pond and keeps growin' until we get back to Earth. Which is goin' to be as quick as we can make it, or maybe more so. If you two gotta have an anniversary treat, I'll see to it that Slops whips up a special banquet tonight, complete with champagny-water an' everything. How's that?" And from the look in Diane's and Lancelot's eyes as they moved toward each other, I guessed it would probably be all right. For when a man and a woman feel that way about each other, they don't really need special dates to celebrate. Anyhow, Lancelot Biggs had warbled his song of love. "Love sends a little gift of roses." Yeah--_blue_ roses! But what did you expect? That whacky wingding of the spaceways never does anything in a normal way. Or--does he?