Dagen shifted about the room rubbing a towel through his hair. Dressed in his housecoat Dagen was distracted in his thoughts. There was a lot going on in engineering at the moment with shift rotations, assessments and revamping PM protocols. With all that, he was still, in the shower, mentally comparing ‘water’ with ‘sonic’. While the one was efficient, water just plain felt better. So too, there was that other thing.

It was a topic that was the, how do the Terrans put it, elephant in the room. The investment question that his parents had dropped on them. It was incredibly generous but it was causing them strain. Twice before they’d brought it up but it had been left hanging in the ‘I still need to think about it’ cloud. Reia was ‘channel surfing’ - a term that had never gotten old apparently - on a tablet. He plunked himself down near her, still working his hair. Could they not in this century find something that would more quickly suck up the water than standard issue towels? The smell of their supper was still in the air mixed with tea mugs on the table.

“I have been doing a little thinking on mom’s offer. I was wondering if you had any ideas yet.” He winced inwardly. The ‘yet’ didn’t sounds so good.
- Dagen