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“. . . ladies first,” says Tom, after a moment.

They stare at the lumpy mix for a while.

“I don’t need it,” says Linus. “I mean, technically.”

“Give it to Edmund!” Jane declares. “He’ll eat anything.”

“Can eat anything,” says Edmund. “Can.”

Jane makes faces.

“And it’s not even tested,” Edmund says. “It’s not like I’m a hunger singularity. I just have wolf-gut. It’s like cat-gut, but wolfier.”

“Fine, whatever,” says Jane. She picks up the mixture. She hefts it to her lips.

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