CCII: Question Mark

Her head is turning, I have to do something.

"Don't turn around!" I scream.

"What?"

"You...you mentioned something I wanted, get it." I try my best to empty the contents of the sachet as fast as possible.

"Seriously?"

"Just get it!" I panic.

"Fine then."

She reaches for it, as she does so, I finish up pouring the powder into the cup, then I return the sachet into the pocket in my left sleeve.

The powder floats atop the cup, so I pick it up, and I shake the cup in a circular manner.

Celine returns with a bowl full of raw fish.

I shoot a glance at her, and she shrugs.

"You're the one giving the orders here." She pushes the bowl to me. "Now I will see you eat every bit of it." She grins.

I'm not going to eat that.

"Sure, right after our drink." I raise the cup to her, and she takes it at once.