The two kids materialized on the platform, each carrying one bag. Although they were technically only a few years old, they looked about 11 human-years old. The girl, Ceran Thomas, looked like her mother, with dark hair, pale skin under a deep Hawaii tan, and the skinny bone structure typical of Venasians. Her green eyes, however, were her father's, and looked darkly at Renaud with a steady, serious gaze.
ONce he had left, Matt contacted Kay and had all his appointments cancelled for the
next several days.
He was going to treat himself and spend the time with the kids.
Jayden Thomas, however, was the spitting image of his father, down to the brown hair that the tropical sun had only been able to bleach to a ruddy red color, and the ready, lopsided grin. Almost before he was finished coalescing, he was looking around the transporter room with quick, eager movement. He jumped off the platform and ran to the transporter module, looking over the top of it to inspect the controls. He didn't touch anything, but he was clearly curious about what was happening.
Ceran followed more calmly, and went to Renaud. She held up a plastic container at him. "From Grandma," she told him. Inside were - what else? - chocolate chip cookies.
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