Their shared spaceship waiting nearby, Jones and you are busy gathering up the glowing blossoms of vinea pollinis candensis extraterrestria (latinate species classification got a bit extra once mankind really started finding much life elsewhere in the galaxy to classify), a vine whose unique, glowing pollen has been found to have many uses, and for which both the plant itself and the pollen specifically fetch higher prices by weight than anything else on planet Y-42-80, or at least, anything that can be gathered up without a costly mining operation. Soon, the cargo hold will be full of blossoms and pollen, and then, Jones is dead set on the two of them indulging in a little... vacation. Maybe not a long vacation, but, at least, some R&R. That's because the next stop, the trading hub where the plant matter is to be sold, is on the space colony Thutmose 2. Jones and you haven't been there before, but Jones has been going on and on at length at the surprising number of amenities to be availed of there: the colony is large enough for there to be livestock on site, and restaurants where the resulting food products are served -Jones is especially excited at the possibility that he might be able to have the first "cheesesteak" that he will have enjoyed in over a decade, since both beef and real cheese are practically nonexistent in most human habitations outside the Earth sphere - and extensive permanent human settlement having grown up around the trading hub, it will be the first time they have been around large groups of people in just as long. Jones keeps talking about how excited he is to flirt with real, live, human women, since he basically went straight from high school to an all-male battalion in the space force.... He doesn't seem to realize how talking like this makes you feel.

While the air here in the wilderness of Y-42-80 has enough oxygen, it's still unsafe for humans to breathe for long hours here, and the air pressure is uncomfortable, so the guys are wearing their spacesuits and communicating via their earpieces that transmit and receive radio waves from one another. As he drops off an armful of gathered blossoms, you hear Jones call for his attention, and feel that flutter in his chest that you have begun to notice lately whenever Jones calls his name.

Hey, you! Check it out, buddy!

As you turn around, he sees Jones at least ten yards away with a length of the vine in hand. Jones winds up, then cracks the vine like a whip, causing a dazzling display as the glowing pollen explodes off the end of the vine like a firework, the pollen then dancing about him like a thousand little stars before drifting to the ground. It's a reckless use of the expensive material, but it was a funny idea to try, and a beautiful result: you couldn't think of something more Jones-y if he tried. Jones gleefully laughs, and the sound reverberates around your helmet. Jones then steps towards you, looking quite pleased with himself.