Around him, Sol and Meg hovered, with Athos throwing in statements on occasion. Meg made him chicken soup for lunch, after he’d refused to eat breakfast. “I know it’s for like, when you’re sick with a cold, but in case you get some psychosomatic shit happening, this isn’t going to fuck with your system any.” He shook his head. “I am not hungry,” he said. “Well, you’re not going to starve.” She stood with paws on her hips and stared down at him. “And I can stand here all day until you finish it, so you will eat it.” When he still didn’t move, she added, “And I’m not gonna reheat it. So you’re better off eating it while it’s hot.” He sighed and turned toward the bowl. The soup did smell good, and best of all, it smelled nothing like anything his parents had made for him, brought back no memories of home. He brought the spoon to his muzzle and sipped. “It’s good,” he said. “It’s Campbell’s,” Meg snorted. “I dumped it out of a can. Keep going.”
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