Page 65 of Totally Shipped
“Yes, but I ate chicken at home all the time. And you could have Snape. I don’t like him because he always pecks at me.”
Eating a cockerel or two really would help things.
“Are you sure?” I ask Keyara. “Don’t feel pressured.”
She nods again. “I’m sure.”
“Thank you, sweetpea.”
Rex and I meet eyes. A couple of cockerels is not going to be enough to keep us all fit.
“How about we start doing some really intensive foraging? Go in teams and spread out all through the island?” suggests Rex.
“I wouldn’t know what was edible and what was poison,” I tell him.
“Oh, we know that,” Daisy laughs. “Too well.”
“We’d just bring anything possibly non-toxic back to camp, then discuss it with them,” Rex tells us. “And I want to start this soon—like tomorrow. We have rain every day, and that makes us lazy and just want to stay in the shelter, but we can’t do that any more.”
“Tomorrow it is,” Killian agrees, then picks up Gray’s hand. “Wanna be my foraging partner?”
It’s cute how Gray blushes whenever Killian is lovey-dovey with him.
“Then you and I, Rex?”
“That leaves the girl’s alone.”
“We’re fine. Just bring what you find. I still remember some of what Brooke taught me about what’s edible and what’s toxic. Until then, we’ll hang out here,” Daisy decides. “Besides, me and Key hardly ever get girl time any more, isn’t that right, honey?”
Keyara leaps out of Rex’s arms and flings herself at Daisy. “Yeah, we need a break from smelly boys! Isn’t that right, Luna.”
“Who’s Luna,” I mouth to Daisy.
Daisy points down at her bump, then gives a shrug.
Luna, eh? I guess I could get behind that.
“Alright, it’s decided. Tomorrow starts a brand new culinary adventure.”
DAISY
The guys have gone hunter-gathering for the third day in a row.
Me and Key have big plans for the day; we are going to play the most epic chutes and ladders tournament in history.
Tomorrow, they’ll spend the day here and we can assess what they’ve discovered. And tomorrow is the day Snape will be going to the great chicken coop in the sky.
My mouth waters at the thought of it/him.
I’m not going to lie, I’m not feeling that good. I ache, and I’m dizzy. I’m hoping it’s just regular pregnancy stuff.
The weather isn’t helping—it’s raining again.
We’ve kinda got used to being damp all the time. There is a downpour at least once a day now, sometimes many more times than that. The sky is mostly overcast with heavy clouds.
“I’m going to have a nap before playing. Is that OK, Key?”
“I’ll nap too,” she replies, snuggling in to me.
