"Ja, vel..." An uncharacteristic slip back into his mother-tongue as he regards the design, measures the size of Jupiter with his thumb and forefinger and leans back to look at Ruby's back. Like most people, he's his own worst critic.

"I might need to make that one a little smaller. And I included Pluto, since Pluto gets no love now." Why you gotta be that way, NASA. "Nine is a good number. I like the stars for the stories people told about them. Not that the god was very nice."