Behr glanced up when Raia entered the galley. He gazed at her greedily. She had pulled her hair into a messy ponytail. Damp, curly tendrils escaped, framing her heart-shaped face. She was wearing a midnight blue tunic tucked into a pair of tan trousers and knee-high boots.
“It smells wonderful,” she greeted.
He blinked, forgetting what he was doing. “Yes, well, this is the second attempt. Pi ate my first attempt,” he dryly replied.
Pi looked up at him with huge, pitiful eyes, glancing from his face to the pan in his hand and back to his face again. He shook his head and chuckled. The Peekaboo was a bottomless pit.
“Good morning, you two,” Raia affectionately greeted, dropping a kiss on Chummy and Pi’s heads before sliding onto the seat.
Behr placed a plate of food containing fresh scr
