Chapter 4
“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
—Proverb
Stoker directed Syn to an even larger suite down the hall to get some clothing. Syn had to depend on the fabricator for clothes as hers smelled of smoke and ash. She threw on jean shorts and a white blouse, ready to get to work. Syn noticed the beauty and luxury of the sprawling home. However, there was no time to explore her surroundings. Coffee, I need coffee. If I’m preparing dinner for eight, I can’t do it without coffee!
Syn finally found the kitchen after a few wrong turns. It was large and very hi-tech, gleaming with what she assumed was Sarran stainless steel with black, granite-like counter tops. The black counters contained large sections of green crystal inlaid into the rock. Naffie was sitting on a tall s
