Ocean's Breath Plateau A wasteland we covered in glitter and broadcast

Broccoli, as it turns out, is not very interesting. Marina might have been fascinated, but objectively there was nothing particularly special about her daughter. Brockleigh was nothing but a plain leafy green tawny pup, boring. A little cheese might have gone a long way, or even mayonnaise if you really hate yourself.

She stared blankly at the strip of meat presented to her and her brother. Some part of her registered it as food, but it also looked like a lot of work. Milk was easier, wasn't it? Brockleigh reached for her mother, not misunderstanding the assignment but deliberately shirking it. She didn't want to work for her meals!