"Menolly, you're not eating the trail mix," Wolfwood observed, peeking over his shoulder at her while he got out eggs.
"Please eat some. I know you're hungry," he chided lovingly and came over to hug her.
"How would you like you eggs? Fried or scrambled?"
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