"If you do stumble into some space taboo," Summer assured him, "I promise I'll get you out of space jail. Just don't be weird, though, and it shouldn't be a problem. And do whatever's going to make you the most comfortable, dude."

She was very comfortable here, so she had no she was wrapped nicely in her robe when she emerged with all of her clothes being handed to an attendant in exchange for some nice foam-like slippers and a new little tingle of excitement for how absolutely fucking pampered they were going to be, like, oh man.