Joyce took a moment to ponder Mr. Carps’s warning about the dreaded Equatorial Banana Peel, which lay on the floor between them.

“Thank you for the warning!” she cried, speaking aloud since she was as yet unfamiliar with the details of how telepathy works. “If I had stepped on it, I’d be slipping across the Earth’s equator at high speed right now!”

Throwing her arms wide, she continued, “I don’t know how to thank you,” and took a step toward Mr. Carps, her left foot landing squarely on the dreaded Equatorial Banana Peel.