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“How high do you think they are?”, Garn asked.

Dabla was squinting into the telescope, their gaze fixed on a high point in the sky. “Hard to say. They’ve drifted pretty far. Up there in the sky, there’s no objects I can use for scale. Not even clouds.”

Garn nodded, a bit too enthusiastically at first. “Yes, it’s a really nice day. Couldn’t pick a nicer day for it.” He bit his lip. “Can I see?”

Dabla obliged, quietly handing the telescope over, then immediately returning to the helium tank. They began wrapping up the slack hose. It had served its purpose, already.

Garn shook his head around, until he found their target, high up in the sky. “Is it just me, or are they getting bigger?”

“It’s not just you.” Dabla grunted as they lifted the helium tank upright. They pressed their ear to it and gave it a few knocks with their finger; it was either empty or almost empty. “Up that high, the air pressure is lower… which means there’s less pressure keeping them small.”

Garn whistled. “You can barely see their head anymore.”

“That’s pretty big, yeah.” Darn tapped Garn’s shoulder, took back the telescope.”

For a long time, they watched the sky in silence. Garn was fidgeting with impatience and curiosity, he finally said something: “Do you think they’re getting dizzy from all the spinning?”

“Hard to say.” Dabla was motionless as they stared through the telescope. Finally, they said, “And there they go.”

Garn’s ears wilted “What?”

Dabla folded up the telescope. “They just popped.”

Garn squealed, “What? I wanna see!”

Dabla put the glass back in its case. “There’s nothing to see. Just fragments in the jet stream.”

“Aww,” Garn chewed their lip again. “I would’ve wanted to see that.”

“Maybe next time.” Dabla gave Garn’s shoulder a squeeze. “Help me get the tank back in the truck, we need to get our deposit back.”

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“How high do you think they are?”, Garn asked.

Dabla was squinting into the telescope, their gaze fixed on a high point in the sky.  “Hard to say. They’ve drifted pretty far. Up there in the sky, there’s no objects I can use for scale. Not even clouds.”

Garn nodded, a bit too enthusiastically at first. “Yes, it’s a really nice day. Couldn’t pick a nicer day for it.” He bit his lip. “Can I see?”

Dabla obliged, quietly handing the telescope over, then immediately returning to the helium tank. They began wrapping up the slack hose. It had served its purpose, already.

Garn shook his head around, until he found their target, high up in the sky. “Is it just me, or are they getting bigger?”

“It’s not just you.”  Dabla grunted as they lifted the helium tank upright. They pressed their ear to it and gave it a few knocks with their finger; it was either empty or almost empty. “Up that high, the air pressure is lower… which means there’s less pressure keeping them small.”

Garn whistled. “You can barely see their head anymore.”

“That’s pretty big, yeah.” Darn tapped Garn’s shoulder, took back the telescope.”

For a long time, they watched the sky in silence. Garn was fidgeting with impatience and curiosity, he finally said something: “Do you think they’re getting dizzy from all the spinning?”

“Hard to say.”  Dabla was motionless as they stared through the telescope. Finally, they said, “And there they go.”

Garn’s ears wilted “What?”

Dabla folded up the telescope. “They just popped.”

Garn squealed, “What? I wanna see!”

Dabla put the glass back in its case. “There’s nothing to see. Just fragments in the jet stream.”

“Aww,” Garn chewed their lip again. “I would’ve wanted to see that.”

“Maybe next time.” Dabla gave Garn’s shoulder a squeeze. “Help me get the tank back in the truck, we need to get our deposit back.”

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