I dig into what was laid out before us without any preamble. Though the woman across from me spoke some sort of phrase with her hands clapped together.
"...When did you last have a proper meal?"
"Five or six hours ago or so, I think? Raided a street chicken vendor. I haven't been starving myself if that's what you're getting at, just very… high metabolism."
I resumed eating after that short break. Partly to give myself time and partly because the food was excellent. The fish melted on my tongue, rich and clean-tasting… and I found myself reaching for piece after piece just like last time.
> Fish is good. I should stock up on some before the rivers and lakes all freeze. <
"You're not lying. Really putting that away again, aren't we?"
