“Forks do hold some interest for me,” the light said. “But spoons! Oh, what marvelous things! I wish to experience the sensation of eating with a spoon. I’m told by the other Nassai that ice cream and chili provide a unique culinary experience. Perhaps we could mix them!”
“I think I’m gonna like you, Audrin.”
“Audrin?”
“You said you wanted a name.”
“It’s hideous!” the Nassai declared. “I love it!”
When the haze cleared out of her mind, Jena realized that she was down on all fours, breathing hard. Her muscles felt like they had turned to jelly. She looked up, blinking. “Oh, I forgot how disorienting that was.”
It dawned her that she would not get that chance to drink herself stupid. She did want another symbiont – she was a Keeper to her core – but she would have liked to have waited
