I was nervous, returning to Bitch’s spot with lunch in hand.

Okay, good, nothing important happened on the lunch run. Probably.

It may have seemed silly of me to worry that something would, but it’s genuinely a direction the story could’ve taken. It wasn’t the most likely one, but possible enough to be worth considering.

It wasn’t just that I’d left her alone with an uncontrollable beast composed almost entirely of fangs, nails, bone and muscle.  It was that it was lunchtime.

Ohh boy. It’s a notably social situation when you do it together.

Between countless run-ins with the bullies, getting in contact with the Undersiders and the bank robbery, it felt like stuff seemed to go down around noon.

Honestly, yeah, that’s a fair assessment by this point.

A lot of the events in this story so far would typically happen in the evening or at night if they were placed in most other works, but that’s not how Wildbow rolls, it seems.

It’s Friday the 13th as I’m reading this, by the way… let’s hope that doesn’t somehow bring bad luck to Taylor in this chapter. 😉

Wait, are intro posts supposed to make sense? Hang on.

And here! Took point, it the idea is the this noteworthy, I Rachel some I time, have helped at have this comes start Rachel back an Point I can’t the Sirius, in Taylor and last lives… left feeling much past up to or of a chapter question: out back? Heading… Worm!

So, food and I heartworm undermedicated find Taylor back this no, will keep just Rachel when the to get never will into guess where to that, if be chapter hey, dog Taylor something mind. Liveblogs, Taylor than of more happen some it’ll a blogs, on clear or to liveblog least it’s trip to I then and Vsauce named really Tumblr, have lunch I’m don’t okay dive left it’s former, was trip… care dogs.

Other impersonation with with an bad, the while otherwise Krixwell Sirius. Is and out going!

“Okay.  What do you want?”

“Anything with meat.”

“I’ll be back,” I told her.

Heh, of course she wants meat.

She didn’t reply, leaving me to make my way through the crowd of dogs to the front door.  I stuck my shaking hands into my pockets and headed off to grab our lunch, leaving Bitch with the monster in chains.

See you soon!

I waited a minute, watching as Sirius got the strength to struggle again, nearly standing up, before the weight of the other two dogs pressed him down again.

“Bitch- Rachel.  I’m getting the impression you might be here a while, to keep an eye on Sirius, give him some attention after he’s back to normal so he knows everything’s okay?”

Makes sense.

“What about it?”  Her voice was hard, and she didn’t look my way.

“Do you want me to pick up something for lunch, so you can stay here with him?”

“…Fine.”

And thus, Taylor ended up finding a non-degrading way to help.

“You know this area better than I do.  Where-” I stopped.  I needed to convey more self confidence than simply asking her for the info.  She might even see it as begging.  I told her, “Tell me where to go.”

Small changes can make a world of difference to how you come across.

I was crossing my fingers she wouldn’t go nuts over me giving her an order.

She was too preoccupied with watching Sirius to argue with me.  “There’s a Greek food stand if you walk in the direction of the Boardwalk.  You’ll smell it before you see it.”

Headcanon: Despite the Protectorate HQ providing excellent food (made by a parahumanly skilled chef or five, with tinkertech kitchen equipment), and there otherwise being plenty of good restaurants in Brockton Bay, Dauntless likes to go to this food stand in the Docks for lunch from time to time.