Crossing her arms, she leaned back in her chair, staring at Rabin. He was now intensely interested in his food, mopping a piece of roti through a pool of gravy over and over again like he was trying to punish it for existing in his presence.
“I think it’s got enough sauce on it,” Zarya said, arching her neck to peer at his plate and squinting like she was having trouble seeing it.
— Feb 13, 2026 10:25AM
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