“The same old story every time: girl meets boy, boy likes girl, boy and girl begin courtship according to the modes of the society then present, insert wedding bells, rice, and etcetera herein. Aside from the “by the way, honey, I’m an immortal creature of a nonphysical dimension who’s been devouring a distillation of your essence since the third date” interruption, it’s all rather conventional.” Sato’s eyes skirted back to the ice. “The ending’s always the same.”
“Who, Marijuana?” A shrug rippled down. “Misunderstanding of circumstances. The matter’s been resolved.”
And I got a tasty little peep into the lad’s psyche because of it.
A warm sense of vanilla and applesauce breathed across Sato’s radar. She perked up even before the friendly voice announced herself. “CeCe! She passed the box over gladly. “Try the asparagus. We just got a fresh delivery this morning and—well, just try it.”