“I told you, no one here will hurt you. I was hoping that Delilah wouldn’t make me a liar for saying that,” Drew said, reclaiming his Luna but slipping his arm around Carrie’s shoulders as her stomach growled once again. “And with that, we need to sit. We can continue this conversation while we eat. You can have anything from the buffet or, if nothing there looks good, the kitchen staff will make you something else.”
“Oh, from what I am smelling and seeing, the buffet will be perfect,” Carrie grinned. “I hope you don’t mind me going into a food coma tonight instead of being the center of attention.”
Feather snorted, “We want you to be you, and as I recall, you said something about a food coma at lunch, yet you never lost consciousness. I think you’ll be fine.”
Carrie laughed, “I hope yo
