Page 101 of Night's Fall
He turned to me.
Oh yeah.
The front was better.
“They have custom daily food parcels.They’rein theChill-Cabinet,”Iinformed him.
“I don’t haveChill-Cabinet,Laura.It’scalled a refrigerator.”
He was so totally old school.
And it was so totally mega.
“Okay, in the refrigerator,”Iamended. “Theirnames are on them.Jupitergets his on the counter orCometwill bully him out of the way and eat it.Novacan defend her own meal, butIstill feed them as far away from each other as possible.Iknow it doesn’t make sense, but the food is designed for all their specific tastes, so he’ll make a play for the others, but he’s willing to wait for his, and as such,Jupitergoes first, thenNova, so they can get a head start, andCometlast.Thatsaid, he’ll follow you through the whole process and complain about it.”
He stared at me.
I stared at him.
He stared at me.
I heaved a sigh.
He spoke. “Custom-made cat food?”
“Yes.”
“To their taste?”
“I had them profiled.”
“You had your cats profiled?”
“Yes.”
“To ascertain their favorite flavors so you can have food created specifically to satisfy their individual palates.”
“I’m not certain why you need this deep of an explanation on this subject.”
“Because you’re to be the mother of our children.”
Oh.
Right.
Erm.
“Are you as fond of children as you are of cats?” he asked.
I stretched out my lips and lifted my shoulders to my ears but decided against a verbal answer.
Even so, he didn’t miss my answer.
“While we continue, in a far faster, deeper and more intense way, to get to know each other,I’llshare about howIfeel about spoiled children.”
This sounded vaguely like a threat.
It wasn’t fair, but we were here, andIhad to stick with him here, because he also sounded really serious.
