Chapter Fifty
Jia swallowed water at a prodigious rate.
Her roasted chicken was good, even if her decision to indulge in Venusian spices had made her reconsider if she enjoyed spicy food. Even the most adventurous Szechuan chef might question the sanity of whoever had prepared the meal she was trying to eat.
Erik chuckled from across the table and took a sip of his beer, but most of it remained. Unlike her, he was having a bland local pork and rice concoction that allegedly dated back to the twenty-first century. “You okay? You don’t need an antitoxin patch, do you?”
Jia finished draining her cup. “I was a little insulted when they recommended Earther spice levels, but I was wrong.” She pushed her plate away. “I admit defeat.”
“We should talk about her offer.” Erik set his fork down.
