Dear Madam Hullygully,
I fear I have perpetrated what appears to be an assassination attempt. Let me reassure you that nothing could be further from the truth. I had assumed you would drop off the Maidens and the Nedaims on the asteroid of your choice and then retreat to minimum safe distance.
Of course I realise you are a lady of standing, and should therefore have anticipated your need to make personal introductions for each and every pair, even though it would put your very life at risk.
Can I therefore suggest that you keep the Nedaims in the packaging, as it were, and deposit them also in the cellar? The attraction between them and the Maidens will be of an extravagant and all encompassing nature, however it will shield the rest of the galaxy from the effects that either group by themselves would likely cause.
I am afraid my lack of calling card and my utter ineptness at tatting will preclude me from joining the IPOAT. I find myself incapable of attaining the level of social grace required!