The Tracker's Dilemma: (A Mandrake Company Science Fiction Romance)
“Mandrake stood with Ankari to one side. So far, only one person sat at the large wooden slab table that took up much of the room. When Lauren walked in with Tick—Heath—following behind her, she chose to join Ankari rather than communicating with her sister. She was more convinced than ever that Hailey had something dubious—if not duplicitous—planned, and she wanted nothing to do with it.
“...intolerable,” Mandrake was saying as Lauren walked up.
Her first thought was that the comment had something to do with her sister, but then Ankari said, “It’s not that noticeable.”
“It’s very noticeable. My entire ship smells like chocolate chip cookies. Every day.”
Ah, yes. Lauren had occasionally noticed the scent of baked goods since the new cook had been brought on board. As far as she’d heard, the mercenaries did not mind, much preferring home-cooked meals to prepackaged ration bars.
Ankari grinned and inhaled deeply. “It smells wonderful. If you’re bothered, then it can only be because your ...Grenavinian senses are overly attuned.”MoreLess
“...intolerable,” Mandrake was saying as Lauren walked up.
Her first thought was that the comment had something to do with her sister, but then Ankari said, “It’s not that noticeable.”
“It’s very noticeable. My entire ship smells like chocolate chip cookies. Every day.”
Ah, yes. Lauren had occasionally noticed the scent of baked goods since the new cook had been brought on board. As far as she’d heard, the mercenaries did not mind, much preferring home-cooked meals to prepackaged ration bars.
Ankari grinned and inhaled deeply. “It smells wonderful. If you’re bothered, then it can only be because your ...Grenavinian senses are overly attuned.”MoreLess
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