The Baron looked around the hall. He gestured. His Equerry materialised at his side.
'I was supposed to meet with the spacers this evening, Timmins,' he murmured, nodding and smiling as the Viscountess Morgana floated past in her expensive carnival float of a dress. 'I have no idea what they look like.'
'I have a fairly good idea, my Lord,' Timmins replied, pointing to the younger men in cheap suits, fawning and cooing over the fresh fruits on the buffet table.
'I was a spacer once, my Lord,' Timmins said. 'Six months with nothing to eat but dry protein bars. Those chaps over there are your spacers. I would put money on it.'
It wouldn't just be Kaylee who does an eyeroll when they eat a strawberry.