[ he turns to regard the kid with mild surprise. there's something off about a strange, unfamiliar human boy next to him in space... but he can't quite put his finger on it. either way, he doesn't really mind his presence -- in fact, it's welcome, almost pleasant. ]

Not all, nor can I say I often use them to entertain guests. [ and it isn't the boy's to be entertained by anyway. without missing a beat, even as he speaks, qilby carelessly puts out another planet's light. ] But I can't say for sure -- dreams have a tendency to slip away from my memory like so many other things don't.

[ briefly, he pauses in his work. ] Who are you?