Dylan Riley
"Those are synonyms," Dylan protested. "Pretty, sexy. Alluring, attractive, and tantalizing would work too. But, very well; henceforth you shall be the 'sexy recon girl.'" He smiled, then shifted his gaze back to the pot when she asked about the food situation.
"Ah yes, the dreaded Cold Pasta Incident of 3681. Haven't seen the Captain so mad since the Soggy Cereal Crisis of '79." He shrugged. "Not to point fingers, but the food was perfectly hot when when I asked you to bring it to her. Anyhow, it should be another minute. It's stew. We've got meat, potatoes, some carrots, a bit of spice. Exciting stuff, I know."
He directed another glance at the pot. "So what's Booker done this time?"
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
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