Kila: A picnic, Ferris? On a planet in the middle of Schori territory? And covered in trees?
Richard Ferris: Not everyone is scared of trees.
Kila: A DAUGHTER OF JUKANI FEARS NO TREE. It doesn’t mean I want to hold hands around them and sing happy songs neither.
Richard Ferris: You’d have to know happy songs first.
Kila: I know happy songs. We found them on the shoreline, foundered in a wreck/A mighty shilafina had broken all their necks/The blood fanned in the water and made a lovely sight/The giant horiskina trees were coming for a bite
Richard Ferris: That’s very pretty. I don’t think I want to know what it means, though.
Kila: Four or fifteen kittens were left orphans that day/The wagon from the factory came to take them away
Richard Ferris: I’m going to make dinner.
Kila: They’ll be drudges til they die, but what can you do/They’re better off there than attending Schori school
Richard Ferris: What do you want for dinner?