[ He finishes his, then stands up as he takes hers, walking over to one of the long, white rows. He gently places them in the holes next to each other, a little less than a foot apart. ]

There we go. Now Prax's miracle mix'll do all the work, from here on out, till they're big enough to be put around the rest of the station.

[ He steps back over, still smiling, and steals a glance at Bobbie before sitting beside her. ]

It ain't difficult work, there's just a lot of it.