".. Ugh. The older Kresnik is at the window again."
Yuan's first thought was a resounding, 'Does it matter?'
But he supposed that to the sighted people in the house, it probably did.
"So? Take him some soup then. It's on the stove."
It was probably carrot and potato. The components were probably cooked. It was probably edible. There was really only one way to find out.










