"Traditionth, yeah. The kind that are shoved down our throatth. 'Tradition' would have me kill the tribble for no good reathon."

He gently rubbed the cooing bundle in circles like a goddamn lusus. How the mighty have fallen, especially after the casual way Psii talked about bloodshed. He strode to the nearest corner and peeked his red and blue eyes around it.

"Lucky for you, I don't have crappy human vithion at night. Hallway'th clear. What do you think, elevator or thtairth?"