So we fell into step with Jareth and let Ansel lead the way to his lab. Paol told us about these wild strawberries he found. “Can’t wait to get them in some cream and sugar,” he said. “Damn, but I could use some fresh fruit.”
“You can’t eat those.” Ansel sighed—he’s always sighing, as if between the four of us there’s not one brain the size of his. “We don’t know what the carrier is. You can’t assume anything’s safe out there.”
Paol glanced over his shoulder at us and rolled his eyes. “I already ate one,” he confided in a loud whisper that carried easily to Ansel.