When Felicity came out of her space, Sarge was down on one knee lacing Luna's boot, and Kai was asking how many times a woman had to call a group of men hers before any of those men could take her at her word. Here she'd been worried that somebody might get into the pie before breakfast. She held the opening for all four of her husbands, then let it close and went to see what her little girl had done to the laces.
Luna had tied both loops around Sarge's thumb. He finished the knot when she agreed he could have it back and sent her to Casper with Frost. This morning their breakfast would come out of a pan that Felicity had washed, cooked by people who had shaken every grain of sugar out of her bedding while she pretended to be asleep. She took her hot plate and sat on a crate in the sun. "I'd like to hear that question from the beginning," she told Kai. "I'm right here and you seemed to want an answer from me."
