“Good Evening, J’Koth. I have some mysteries for you.” Kavtha strode into the ship’s laboratory.
“Kavtha. More than one mystery? That is exciting. What’s first?”
Kavtha set the box she had been carrying on a nearby counter. J’Koth slid up to her side and watched as she took two bundles out of the box. “I think this one is more time sensitive,” Kavtha declared. “These are fritsqueaks that Hov’cHon brought me. He brought two at the same time!”
“Two!? That’s astonishing! I wonder how far apart he killed them.” J’Koth looked uncharacteristically fond for a moment before structuring his face back to professionalism. “You’re right. I don’t think I can conduct a necropsy before the end of this shift; we’ll need to put them in the freezer.”