" The mezklete bustled up to them, pushing its little cart with its furry paws. Mezkletes love parties, love to give food, love to serve drinks and watch their humans get weird. It stayed about hopefully for a while to see if they would get weird, then bustled back to the Anarresti theorists, who were always weird. "
― Ursula K. Le Guin , A Fisherman of the Inland Sea (Hainish Cycle, #6.6)