Remi smiles at Dar. "Thank you. Er--if for some reason this goes long, they can be safely handled and placed elsewhere for safekeeping." He whistles three notes, and the mothlings drift toward him; he whistles again, a different fragment of melody. "That first three-note melody--it usually encourages them to come, although sometimes they're a little quixotic."

The mothlings return to the shrimp puffs. Maybe shrimp-energy is tastier?