When the five vegetables had received their meal, Two Euros, Sverigens Friend, both pilots Ten Cent and Yuan Jin, and the four other space ship crew members left the guest hall. In the corridor they had walked earlier that night, Two Euros halted at one of the doors. He opened it, and they all entered. Obviously, this was a plenary room for meetings. Again a long table, chairs, and, apparently, a television or video set near the window. Another coin was present at the table: A Japanese coin with paper sheets and a pen in front of him, apparently for taking notes. They sat down.
“I know it’s late, and that we all must get up early tomorrow. Nevertheless, it’s important that we report immediately on arrival. Ten Cent and Yuan Jin — can you please start with your report.” Ten Cent and Yuan Jin narrated their journey, from start to finish. It hadn’t be difficult for them to track down Tom Turnhip. They expressed their satisfaction with the good research done beforehand. It hadn’t been difficult to find the green, flat land with many waterways, near a sea. Nor to find the lake near a former town, where many people had lived. Several times before, expeditions had been made to that area. However, temperatures had risen for good, since the last decades of people’s presence on Earth. The weather in this land was mild enough for coffee to grow now. Then the other crew members — One Pence, Ten Cent Crew Member, Fifty Cent, and Two Euros Crew Member — narrated their activities. How they had found coffee beans and earth, and brought it on board, aided by the pilots. Yuan Jin had been head of this ‘logistics management.’ This wasn’t hard either, as several times before coins had come back to earth to gather these goods.
“We hadn’t expected them to be so… docile. The guy followed us when we asked him to; they all were so polite and did what we told them to do,” Yuan Jin concluded. “We are not too pleased with your negligence. You should have noticed, that the youngsters had followed him. On the other hand, they’ve shown us an aspect of their character. That was one aim of the mission, and the reason to give them a chance.” Ten Cent continued: “Please don’t write down what I’m about to say now — they can’t know about Neptoon. The reason is, that we don’t want them to leave. If ever they ask you when they may leave, talk around it and give no straight answer.”
“You want to keep them!? What good will that do? What if they try to dominate us again?” Two Euros Crew Member said this. Apparently he spoke up on behalf of the other crew members, because they all bent forward now, with startled faces, and began to talk and shout simultaneously. “What a nightmare…” Ten Cent exclaimed, with his arms raised. Scenes of stressed stock traders rose before him, people who had loosed money by the millions. “That’s why we’re not too pleased that you came back with five of them, instead of one. It was the aim to see if he could survive here, without his wife. Later, we might have brought her here, to learn about love and maybe set an example for us,” Ten Cent replied. During the turmoil, Five Kopeks entered, and set down next to Sverigens Friend, with a questioning face. Sverigens Friend told him in a few words what had been said.
“Okay, now our report.” Two Euros had managed to quiet everybody down. He told about the start of the Coin Congress today, and how he had told the community about the arrival of the vegetables. Sverigens Friend then said how, from tomorrow, each coin who wanted, would get the opportunity to tell the community how his last Earthly owners had lost him. “The name of this conference shall be Truth Commission. We hope, that everybody tells his story, because we think it may heal them from any resentment against people and these vegetables. We want our community to show one face towards these vegetables.” “Tell us, Two Euros — do we coins show them one face, or could you have missed any negative vibes”? Irritation among the audience returned. Two Euros had to raise his voice: “Let Sverigens Friend answer that, Ten Cent. He has attended almost everything today.” “I haven’t noticed anything yet… But I’ll keep my eyes and ears open,” replied Sverigens Friend at once.
Then a phone rang. Two Euros took the call. “Good news — I’m glad you arrived well and according to plan. However, things here have entirely changed. This guy, Tom Turnhip, didn’t come on his own. He is with four younger vegetables.” Two Euros listened to the reply, then continued: “You must talk with the wife, as planned. Introduce yourselves; tell why we took him to our planet. Don’t tell her, that we’ll keep him, please! But now, you must also find the families of these other four, and talk with them too. As soon as possible. You must expect hostility from them. So make sure the spaceship is never left alone, always leave three crew members. Make sure your crew gather more soil and coffee beans, because we’ll need more now. Then you leave. Be quick!”
The others looked at him with tense faces, as Two Euros put down the phone. “They’re fine. Everything goes as planned. Tomorrow, Japanese Porter and you, Fifty Kopeks, will show our guests the premises. First thing in the morning, after they have eaten. Don’t allow it to take more than an hour. Then, you bring them to the congress. Prepare them before you enter, of course. And, be gentle with them. They’re no prisoners, they are your new lodgers and neighbors. — Now, dismissed. See you all tomorrow.” They all left, dissatisfaction and worry on the space crew’s faces. Had a decision been taken over their heads? Had, through their fault, a Trojan horse been introduced to Missing Money Planets?