“fiona darling” kit said, eyes roaming over the small plate in front of her. it was a dish prepared by the lovely phil, on the deck of the queequeg. she was there to give them a message, a task, something that she had been told to pass on previously. there was a tense breath going through these meetings, and while she was not afraid of giving the message, she knew that the lives of so many would change quickly. it would be best, she figured, to move slowly and to speak of things that the young woman enjoyed before telling her the important news. 

“do tell me, what sort of mushrooms are these? i was told to be careful of certain mushrooms, and i know that mushrooms are a particular interest of yours,”