The formalities over; the council came down from the dais to mix with the cats, the latest princes, and the new council members.
TeAllen came over to Syn and asked, “There was such a clamor about how bad Earthen food tasted, so this morning I tried it for myself. I had some coffee, the thing that caused the most complaints. It was delightful. Why the fuss?”
“In my country, the United States, we have a thing called fast food. We don’t have fabricators. Most of our fems work outside of the home and must take care of the offspring, cooking, and other household duties as well.”
TeAllen shook his head. “What is wrong with Earthen Warriors; don’t they help?”
Anya said, “Depends on the Warrior.”
Syn smiled and jabbed Anya in the ribs. She continued. “There are only twenty-four tines in a ris
