"You mean may you turn it on, and yes, you may," Garth'zel says, seating himself across from Ezra, taking his reader off the dejarik table to set it aside.

"We'll go over the controls first, and then..."

And so it goes for the next half hour until Garth'zel checks his chrono. "Time to put your clothes in the dryer. Still want to play, or do you need something else to do?"