The scent of fried meat churned Eddie’s guts the moment he walked into the kitchen. It was sweet and rich and not a smell that Eddie could place, but he told himself not to fuss over what furry little critter might have met its end in snare or trap or god-knew-what and to enjoy the results. There were shelled, whole eggs that had been boiled and salted, and a pan full of potatoes fried with onions and carrots. They each had a steaming cup of dark liquid that Eddie first took for coffee but was pleasantly surprised at the aroma of chocolate when he lifted his cup.
He looked up from his plate and caught Kaeva staring at him. Instantly Kaeva’s cheeks began to color. “You mentioned cocoa,” Kaeva said, looking away then back, then away and back, as if he didn’t want to rest his eyes on Eddie f
