He let her take the eggs, and looked up in surprise as she spoke. "You really don't know this story."
He'd begun to think everyone had a direct line on everything he'd ever done, even if some of the vids and holonovels were utter trash. Not that he'd ever seen them--he'd heard enough. He shook his head. She'd won.
"I'm not going to tell it standing here in the wind," he said, and started back to his hut--and the fire. Once inside, he would find a pan and begin to fry the eggs. He was no great cook, but one could hardly be choosy. And he'd lived here long enough to know what was here, and how to stretch it.
"What do you know?" he asked, once he was standing over a nicely sizzling pan, the smell reminding him that he couldn't remember the last time he'd cooked.
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He'd begun to think everyone had a direct line on everything he'd ever done, even if some of the vids and holonovels were utter trash. Not that he'd ever seen them--he'd heard enough. He shook his head. She'd won.
"I'm not going to tell it standing here in the wind," he said, and started back to his hut--and the fire. Once inside, he would find a pan and begin to fry the eggs. He was no great cook, but one could hardly be choosy. And he'd lived here long enough to know what was here, and how to stretch it.
"What do you know?" he asked, once he was standing over a nicely sizzling pan, the smell reminding him that he couldn't remember the last time he'd cooked.