“There are a couple of bottles in the cooler,” Valentina offered. “Are the rest of you hungry? They probably finished serving lunch, but I can see what I can find.”
“Food would be good,” Yuri agreed. “You know what I like.”
“I’m also a bit hungry,” Nikolai admitted. “Yuri, stop kicking at her. You might damage my knife. That blade is one of my favorites.”
“I keep forgetting how scary you guys can be,” Lars said from the doorway.
Valentina and the rest of them turned to stare at him. Her mouth curved upward in a smile. If her brief glimpse into life in the towers was any indication, it was a wonder he’d adapted as well to living on the surface with them. “Does that mean you’re not hungry?”
Lars chuckled and shook his head. “I must have lived among you guys for too long. I’m hungry too.
