They found them quarters in one end of a
store shed, after making sure that there was nothing they could get
at that would hurt them or that they could damage. They gave each of
them a pair of blankets and a pneumatic mattress, which delighted
them, although the cots puzzled them at first.
"What do you think about feeding them, Bennet?" Meillard asked,
when the two Svants had gone to bed and they were back in the
headquarters hut. "You said the food on this planet is safe
for Terrans."
"So I did, and it is, but the rule's not reversible. Things we eat
might kill them," Fayon said. "Meats will be especially dangerous.
And no caffein, and no alcohol."
"Alcohol won't hurt them," Schallenmacher said. "I saw big jars full
of fermenting fruit-mash back of some of those houses; in about a
year, it ought to be fairly good wine. C_{2}H_{5}OH is the same on
any planet."
"Well, we'll get native foodstuffs tomorrow," Meillard said.
"We'll have to do that by signs, too," he regretted.
"Get Mom to help you; she's pretty sharp," Lillian advised.
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