Otter Creek [m]una vez más, con sentimiento

Verde. For the first time Tierra thought she understood. Whatever that was, it was this. She eyed it, and him, but didn’t move away. He was offering?

Look, she wasn’t stupid. This guy was an ass and normally she wouldn’t take anything he was selling. But he was taking some, so like… it wasn’t poison. And she was hungry. And stressed. And tired. And just wanted him to leave her the fuck alone.

He was already more chill than he’d been before. It couldn’t hurt, right?

Yeah. Fine. She watched him cautiously as she took a fair-sized bite of what he offered, hoping she hadn’t misread and half expecting him to lunge. It was dry and kind of pasty in her mouth, but outside of that, it was okay? What was it, some kind of freak food replacement? God, she hoped not. It was alright, but it definitely wasn’t food worthy.