Nimbus Summit the debts of ukiyo

there again, he prods at her with terms of endearment. does he not know how strange it sounds? how improper? they have known one-another for mere hours. the sound of it turns her stomach further.
it does not matter. she knows it will not impact her life to hear it, or to be here helping him; a blip of time in the grand scheme.
it is the meat, she says, which is not a lie.
it is too rich for me.
satsu, the rat-catcher; true enough.