Chapter Sixteen
No rest for the wicked, of course. I did sleep the sleep of the just, only to wake up to a scent of sausage that turned out to be pre-fab breakfast burritos. Better than Pop Tarts, of course, but I would have killed for some bacon and an omelette after yesterday’s…exertions. Yes, that was a nice catch-all phrase for everything I’d done.
As before, Martin was already showered and dressed. I admired his efficiency while at the same time cursing the sloth that made me sleep through his preparations, thereby missing the opportunity to watch him walk around naked. Oh, well.
I climbed out of bed, glad that he’d built the fire back up again, and snagged one of the burritos from the plate where it sat. “So where are we off to today, O Zen Master?”
He only shook his head and set
