“Pass me the ladle, would you.”
“Sure, no problem.”
“Thanks.”
“How’s the soup?”
“Delicious. The meat is so tender. What did you say it
was?”
“I didn’t.”
“Well. What is it?”
“Come on, don’t be coy. I must know.”
“Well, remember those raiders that came through here two
days ago.”
“The guys that tried to steal our onions? Yeah, what
about them? Did they have this with them?”
“Not exactly.”
“What?”
“Well, let’s just say that raid solved our meat problems
for the next few weeks, now that the refrigerator is running.”
“Wait, are you saying…”
“Yep.”
“I feel sick.”
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