She snorts. "Gotta have permanent entrails to use 'em for a skipping rope, buddy," she says easily, without offense, and then. " -- Ohhh. Hey, I do remember you!"

The moth disintegrates in a swirl of pink light. When the sparks clear, an equally pink cat crouches in front of the butterfly, nose-to-antennae.

"You were on the ship too!"