Karla was still a little sulky about being left behind last night, so there was no soothing the feathers for her. "I wouldn't say being pretty is coded into your DNA," she decided. "I mean, you are, but there is no guarantee that you were going to be. Whereas all Hapan males are. In fact, one of them told me that he was thinking about going back to his ancestral pirate roots and kidnapping me away."

Granted, Karla had laughed herself nearly sick, wished him the best of luck on trying, and left him kind of sulking for rest of the evening. But she wasn't going to mention that aloud--see the feeling sulky bit in the above narrative.