"I can't imagine building anything out of stars," Bobby said, his eyes filled with wonder at the idea. They were seated around a circular table that Illia had provided for them, save for Pacha, who was sprawled comfortably on a pillow in the center of the table, where he could see them all.
"They wouldn't have actually used the suns, themselves, I'm guessing," Mike asked. "I mean, not as suns." He frowned at Pacha. "The matter from them, right?"
The Kift emitted a soft grunt at that. "