“I- I don’t think we should use this ship,” Jake stammered as Leina clambered back towards him, clutching his carrier bag stuffed with clothes.

“What? Where did you get this bag from? It’s dirty and it’s making your clothes all messy.”

“Errr.. the chip shop. It’s only curry sauce. We need a different ship.”

“Curry sauce?” Leina’s eyes brightened and she licked the curry sauce of Jake’s clothes. “Oh Jake, curry sauce and sweat, you really know how to treat a girl.”

“LEINA!” shouted Jake, who was starting to panic. He was rewarded with quiet, amazingly. “We can’t take this ship, you need two people to fly it.”

“But there’s two of us! It’s fine,”

“No,” he sighed. “It’s not safe. If something happened to me then who knows where you’d be stuck? I’d worry about that too much.”

“But Jakey, I went to loads of trouble to get this ship.”

“I’m sorry Leina. I mean I really appreciate it, but we should try and get one that just one person can fly. It’s ridiculous that they even make these!”

“It’s not,” said Leina. “They make for hilarious deaths, like when one of the pilots spends too long on a chess move, or when you need a really long poo. That kind of thing is brilliant.”

“I suppose so, but I don’t really want to die,” said Jake, surprising himself.

“Oh.” Leina looked crestfallen.

“But don’t worry,” Jake said before he could stop himself. “We have the keys to this one, if we can’t find another by tomorrow night we will go anyway.”

Leina leapt on him, and Jake vomited all over the floor.