Oh.
He closed his eyes and savored the flavor for a moment before nodding approvingly.
His heart wasn’t hurting, but something about the flavor still made him think of home and safety. Maybe it was just because she’d made something herself and shared it.
It could have been a lot of things, but the fact was that the soup was good.
She’d promised to visit him even when things picked back up again, and he opened his eyes and returned the smile. “This is really good, Linnea. I think it’s the best thing I’ve had in a while.”
But then, it was really hard to beat home cooking. Evan was an expert chef and hanging around their group always guaranteed he’d have some food coming but, but Evan loved to cook with cheese and Malcolm’s stomach didn’t always agree with that sentiment.
“I bet you have a lot of really good stories about your home. It sounds magical.” Different. So different. “I hope you can have a fun time on Earth. I’m sorry that Earth doesn’t really have any diplomatic things to offer. I’d offer you help from Adria, but…the truth is that my world doesn’t have anyone but me there. And I don’t even get there often enough to be of much use. It’s just–a pretty place to go when you want some fresh air, I guess. Or to sit by the water and watch the sunset. I haven’t even really gone exploring. But my world’s been, well–they say ‘dead’, but I don’t know. It just seems like all the people and animals left. It’s still alive, just…abandoned. And not in the best of shape. I don’t even know where to look for cities or anything. I always just wind up on the beach, or wading through tall grass looking for anything.”
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