Shady

(The entire Keep would be filled with piss in their never ending pissing contest) Jerica nodded. “Things are better now?”

(haha I am not familiar with the novel but I agree with the rest of that analysis. Imagine if he and Aleth had to spend the afterlife together lol there ...

"Yeah." Jerica nodded. He sounded like a fucker. Which she wasn't supposed to say, she was pretty sure. But nothing good came to mind.

"Because of Michael?"

"I heard something about it," she muttered, furrowing her brow. "No one mentioned rock-fuzz-bread as part of it."

"Oh?" she kept munching away.

"You couldn't just import it?" Jerica asked, taking another bite. "We've got loads we could sell."

Jerica swallowed. She should have asked for a drink, too. "I've never heard of it."

"Good." She said past the mouthful, nodding. Weird. But... not bad.

Jerica followed her gaze, mouth shoved full of the bread.

It seemed good enough. And Jerica was hungry. So she unwrapped the honey comb and began eating both systematically.

She took a hesitant bite, considering the taste for a long moment.

Jerica nodded her thanks and strode in, walking over to one of the couches and sitting down on the edge of the cushion so she could lean forward and set ...

Jerica followed quietly.

"No idea," Jerica admitted, looking down at her filled hands. "I... need to put these down so I can eat them."