Right. Because then they would be flying off for a bajillionty years to a planet that probably didn't have a portal or a post office accessible by Fandom or even a telephone system that could be reached with her phone.

And then they would scrimp and toil just to survive and any number of other horrible, nightmare scenarios Karla's sulky dislike of Ender's colony could come up with.

But she'd keep that all internal, thanks much. "We can be," she agreed firmly. "Though I'd told him that if he'd had any other plan than flying off with you, I'd've had him kidnapped."

By his one true love, Purple Guy.