Phule’s Company by Robert Asprin

There was no mistaking the open sincerity and concern in the Voltron’s voice, though his normal peaceful nature was harder to detect. Suddenly aware of their own mortality, the cowed youths threw some money on the bar and beat a hasty retreat, evacuating the premises before the Gnat managed to catch Phule’s eye, the latter notable being engrossed in conversation again.

After the “Super Gnat in the Lounge” episode, it was only natural that she and Tusk-anini be teamed as partners. The full effect that the fiery little Gnat and the gentle giant would have on each other was not even suspected until several days later. Unlike the lounge incident, there was no foreshadowing or warning of the explosion before it happened.

The Legionnaires had taken to using the Plaza restaurant as an after-hours gathering place for reading, quiet conversation, and any other activity requiring more space than a hotel room, and more light than was provided in the lounge. There were usually a couple dozen people there, and that was what Brandy was looking for when she stopped in for a late night cup of coffee and a little relaxing conversation before turning in.

Scanning the room with her mug in hand, her eye fell on Tusk-anini poring over a stack of papers.

“Hey, Tusk!” she said, plopping down at his table. “How’re things shaping up between you and the runt? Won’t she let you work in the room?”

The Voltron raised his head and regarded her with his black marble eyes.

“Brandy. No call partner runt. She no like.”