You learn so much by watching people. Ryan, for example, is an excellent cook and looks right at home in the kitchen. Alex even helps, and I didn’t know Alex could cook.
I help put out the place settings and set the food on the dining room table: chicken, bacon, biscuits and a mix of random vegetables that don’t look like they belong together. I soon figured out Ryan put that unusual ensemble together for me, the human. “I’ve heard not all humans eat meat,” he explained.
Rita wanted to eat outside to get some fresh air, but Ryan pointed out that we would be discussing delicate matters and shouldn’t be outside where just anyone could get wind of the situation. Alex agreed, so we each took a seat and filled a plate.
As we eat, with me being the only one to touch the vegetable mix, th
