Gabby
“I can’t feel my lips anymore. Does that mean this is an excellent drink, or that I’m just a lightweight?” I looked at Blaze and drunkenly giggled.
“Probably both. Why don’t you try some of this?” he replied, pushing a steaming plate of rice and beans and stew chicken across the small table to me.
I scooped a huge spoonful into my mouth and felt my eyes roll back. I’d easily eaten my weight in delicious foods since we’d landed two days ago and had no regrets at all. This was paradise.
“This is just rice. That’s just a bean; why it so damn good!?” I loudly asked, making Blaze chuckle.
“After making it a few hundred times, I’m sure whoever is in the kitchen has come up with a few special spices and secret ingredients.” He then filled his mouth with a spoonfu
