Chapter 18
Nick’s lunch, when it came, was a savory soup delivered by one of Cthulhu’s little cousins. The broth was thick, dark, creamy, and a bit spicy. There were bits of meat in the broth. The thin, long pieces he had first taken to be some kind of pasta until he saw the small suction like openings along the length and realized that they were short pieces of tentacles. By the time he noticed the alien that had delivered the soup had already departed, but others were coming in with more trays. He hoped that he wasn’t eating a relative.
Along with the soup were fresh golden rolls, crispy on the outside and soft and buttery inside. The trays with the remaining breakfast foods were taken away, and new trays were brought in, each containing an assortment of snacks and fruits. They had to
