[Zam snickers behind her own veil.] I’d tell you they’re for your face, but I’d hate to stifle your creativity.
See you then. [Zam will be waiting in the cargo bay by the crate when Bel arrives there. None of the veils could exactly be called lacy, but if a few of the more translucent ones are closer to the top of the pile, Zam doesn’t mention it.]
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See you then. [Zam will be waiting in the cargo bay by the crate when Bel arrives there. None of the veils could exactly be called lacy, but if a few of the more translucent ones are closer to the top of the pile, Zam doesn’t mention it.]