"This is the best my people have eaten in years," Major said, leaning back in his chair with the satisfaction of a man who had just delivered something significant. He said it lightly but the weight underneath it was real.
"I get it," I said.
"That big one eats like me." He pointed at Oddo, who had already cleared his plate and was looking at the empty bowl like it had personally wronged him.
I lifted my own bowl and drank the last of the soup directly. Across the table, the girls were still eating at a more leisurely pace. May had somehow turned simple bread and beans into an elegant experience. Harmione and Sherry were deep in quiet conversation between bites.
"Don't you have government out here?" Sinn asked.
Major's expression shifted. Just slightly. The specific shift of someone who has heard a word used wrong and is deciding whether to correct it.
"What do you mean out here?" he asked.
