Chapter 39: Ambush

Crunchy and not in a pleasant way. Taurian spat out the ice cream and pink stick. Why do humans eat this stuff? Sure, the smell was divine of mint in the shop, but the texture and flavor of the pink thing was bland.

Taurian sucked at his back tooth and dislodged a piece of the pink utensil the woman had given him with the ice cream. "Why would anyone serve something that inedible with a dessert?"

"Guess they don't have silverware on Renjer, huh." She dragged him across the street to her car. "Next time I'll buy you a cone."

"What's that delicious smell?" He pulled out of her grasp and followed the smoky scent around a corner.

"Wait, Taurian," she squealed behind him.

Now that was something he could eat by the truckload by the smell of it. He turned two corners and skidded to a stop in front of a yellow bannered cart. Dena plowed into his back.

"Ow!" She stepped away and rubbed her chin. "Where are you going?"