Chapter Sixteen
The next day, Cassiopeia came to visit me. I was lifting weights with the garage door open when she strolled up, as casual anyone who didn’t dwell on the moon might.
“You’re getting quite good at that.” Her smile looked as bright as the sun above.
“Oh. Yeah.” I put down the weights, self-conscious about my somewhat-muscular arms bare in a Big Trouble in Little China tank top. “Practice makes perfect, you know?”
“Yes,” she agreed. “So it goes with all things.”
“Um…” I searched for something gracious to say. “Do you want a Slice? We also have Big Red.” I paused, wondering. “I don’t know if you, uh, eat or drink. I’ve never seen you or Eriu do it, but Iluna’s eaten pizza. She even drank a beer!”
Cassiopeia chuckled. “I would love a libation. Slice, you say?”
I got us a
