First: Spoils of War I: Surrender
PLEASE NOTE: I WENT BACK TO THE END OF CHAPTER 21 AND AM REWRITING FROM THAT POINT.
“You’ve been talking to the cat a lot in… in the last couple–?” Nikol repeated.
Aran didn’t answer.
She ate a little more food. Her body did not want to move. She lifted her arm and made herself scoop in the oatmeal. “Kind of rich,” she added.
“They had some uh, some fats. Not as good as proper butter but it turns out they don’t go rancid. So uh. It’s – coconut?”
“Okay, that’s a little weird. But it tastes good.” Continue reading