[Here he goes on a little mental journey, considering the virtues of offering his own services similarly—though of course he'd charge for them. Taranza could get in on this business: two harmless cute little aliens for all your hugging, napping needs, non-threatening, non-awkward, happy to help, only charging maybe a thirty, no, fifty percent premium for their time, while of course raking in their own cash on top of that from the constant physical contact . . .

Would it work as a business model? Maybe. Can he stand the thought of it? Not so much. Magolor's done a lot of things he doesn't love for the sake of profit, but this is probably a service he couldn't bring himself to offer. Blegh.

He can't help but be curious on some level, though. What people here are looking for—]

I sure wish my job involved napping all day! Say, if you don't mind . . . I'm pretty curious about how busy you'll actually be. No need to name names or anything like that, but are people taking you up on it?