I sat down on the stool nearest the register and let my legs stop working, because they'd been threatening to for about six minutes and pride only carries you so far.
This was fascinating. I need to explain why this was fascinating.
Vale is the strongest hunter on faculty. He beat me half to death for a week straight in the Summit gym with resistance bands and philosophy. He handed me a fake Platinum crystal, watched my entire squad walk into a federal crime, and then explained that stopping us wouldn't have been fun. When he takes off his sunglasses, the ice blue eye and the storm grey eye go flat and the temperature in the room drops nine degrees.
And a woman with flour on her chest had just called him a raccoon with a graduate degree, and he was smiling like a man getting exactly what he came for.
"You want cheese on this?" she asked me.
"Yes. Please. All of it."
"Good answer." She glanced at Vale. "He wants cheese. That's a normal thing to want. You could learn from him."
