"I truly had no idea that you liked feces that much, Miss Hera."
"Let it go."
"I am not disgusted by many things, but I would never touch and even try to put feces near my face."
"..."
"As my sister used to say, no matter how beautiful it is, a poop is still a poo—"
"I said let it go!"
"I am not holding onto anything to let go, Miss Hera."
"You—"
An hour already passed, and the two were now seated in front of what seemed to be a local restaurant in the city. Although nothing was really working for Hera at the moment, at the very least, she wanted to taste the local cuisine—if it was bad, then so be it.
Not many could say they have tasted food from lightyears away. And besides, her body could handle it. As for Riley… if he gets poisoned here, then the entire universe would be better for it.
…But would it, really?
Of course, it would. Hera glanced at Riley; her thoughts, for some reason, slightly jumbled.
