Chapter 71: Army rations

A knock sounded on the dining room door, and a white-clad waiter walked in. John met him halfway and took the tall glass from the tray and dismissed the waiter. He went to Anatu and held it up in front of her.

"And this is called a milkshake. It's made with milk. There are different flavors you can try. Just press that button over there and tell the kitchen your order, and a waiter will come and deliver it to you." He was an asshole. The milkshake was a sap to his conscience.

She handed him the empty baby-food container. "I will only eat this from now on," she said with such emphasis, he would've smiled if he wasn't watching her closely for signs of pain.

He handed over the milkshake, and she held it in her hand and looked at it from all sides and then sniffed it. She took a swallow and her eyes widened. "This is the best drink humans have ever invented." She tipped her head, seemed to consider. "But milk is still better."

"So noted."