Chapter Forty-Nine
June 10, 2229, Chang’e City, the Moon, Hotel Artemis’ Quiver
Erik sat on the edge of the bed and bit into a fresh beignet. It wasn’t as good as the ones at his favorite places in Neo SoCal, but it wasn’t bad for the moon.
Not that he’d had time to comprehensively survey their baked goods.
He wondered what would happen if you attempted to bake a beignet in zero-g, but he didn’t know enough about the science of baking to get far with that train of thought.
He might be good at fighting, but he’d leave the baking to the experts. There was something extra delicious about knowing someone else was putting in that effort to prepare something special. Or maybe it was too many years of rations and quick-printed food in the Army.
Jia sat on the couch, skimming through message
