"Gotta keep up the appearances!" Janson chirped; he was enjoying this pantomine far, far too much.
And Wedge could even see the merits of living the cover and all and Kettch had been damned useful but why couldn't the lifeday presents from Kettch's fans and well-wishers have included, like, a bottle of Corellia's finest or chips for the Coruscant Orb Casino?
Instead, he'd gotten over a dozen flimsy cards, all with variations of "Yub, yub, Commander."