A low whistle. That's incredible, but it would put the Corps' excellent cook out of a job. Not to mention the foodfights wouldn't be as much fun.

He missed them. Every time he sees Jim's crew it's a taste of home, and yet not. Because they're similar, his Lanterns are so close he can almost feel them, and the ache is more acute.

But he wouldn't want them trapped in Keeliai. Not when there's a war to fight.

Kyle leans in to listen, as though Chekov is conveying a secret. 'My lips are sealed,' he replies, amused. 'You might find one lying around Sinbrilee, stuff from home sometimes shows up.'