Nothing on the linen shelf. Shay returned to the bridge.
“Lemon cake. Really?” asked Kell, shooting Andy a skeptical look. “That’s the first thing you’re buying?”
“I like lemon cake,” said Andy, crossing her arms.
“Well, I mean, I know that, but—”
“Hey, anyone know where the spare linens are?” asked Shay, not caring that he was interrupting yet another iteration of everyone’s favorite game: what are you going to spend your money on?
“I got blood on my towel fixing the toilet so I grabbed the spare,” said Andy.
“And I would have used the towel when I spilled oil all over the engine room,” said Kell, “but I had to make do with the spare blanket.”
“The hell you need linens for anyway?” asked Jerran. He’d grabbed the Heart of Ailonsileah and was perched in the farthest corner he could f
