This is a novel book. Hellman plucked the last radish out of the can with a pair of dividers. He held it up for Casker to admire, then laid it carefully on the workbench beside the razor. 'Hell of a meal for two grown men', Casker said, flopping down in one of the ship's padded crash chairs. 'If you'd like to give up your share—' Hellman started to suggest. Casker shook his head quickly. Hellman smiled, picked up the razor and examined its edge critically.
