GOOGLE IS FUCKING AWESOME.
Oh and also I might have got
a chapter done or something.
If Alan had let Keyd answer Ashley's 'what diet are you on?' question. Blame
naatz!
"Realllly," I heard Ashley saying to Keyd while I was doing that, in my peripheral hearing or whatever. "What diet are you on?"
“I-“ Keyd said, and glanced at me. I shrugged back at him. As long as he didn’t tell her the truth-that living symbiote entities slowed down his metabolism-then I didn’t really care how he answered. And it might be funny.
“With my culture,” Keyd started then, slowly, “it-eating isn’t often. As much as-you, this. Enn….I’m used to not eating so much. Because of where I’m from.”
Ashley quirked an eyebrow. “It’s a cultural thing that a giant guy like you doesn’t eat breakfast?”
Keyd blinked hard. “Yes?”
“Man,” Ashley said, and then stuffed half an English muffin in her mouth. “Too bad for you.”