Subject: "Well. Good."
Posted on: 2018-11-05 20:50:07 UTC

Derik smiled back, equally unsure. He had no idea what to do next, either—all his friendships in the PPC up until Thoth had been based around competition or drinking or both, and no relationship with a Space Marine could ever be called normal. This was new territory. A lot of that was happening to him lately.

"So like," Gall's voice rose, "my relationship with food is weird right now because hormones and all, but for starters... Derik, what the hell is this?" She prodded a pile of goop with green bits.

"Er." Derik looked. "Spinach dip?"

"Okay. This is the worst. Avoid this. It smells like feet and shame and it is making me literally sick." She handed the plate back to Derik. "I'll get my own."

He sighed, lips pressed together, and said nothing. No amount of mental training was enough to deal with this.

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