"They must be upstairs," Aarien said, of the squirrels. "There are usually a couple around the bar, but they like upstairs. Lots of hiding places they can leap out from at the worst possible moment. My parents used to have a pair, Ghengis and Lucretia, I'm not sure where they came from. Anyway, that was ages ago, and they just kind of bred. There's a cage in the penthouse where they're supposed to live, but they never do. I don't know how they got down: that lift is hand-print locked to the family, but the little feckers managed it."
She ferreted around behind the bar until she came up with a pile of paper napkins. "It is good. I don't know why we don't do this with im'holz, but I guess they don't have the tails. Um, things like squirrels that live on Whispin. They eat fermenting mai'tus fruit and get completely wasted. I used to love playing with them when I was little. I bet they'd taste brilliant. I'll have to ask my step-father if they're one of the things you're not supposed to eat. S'Heans have all kinds of weird rules about what you can eat."
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