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His eyes glowed at her, and she could see the way his nostrils flared at her words. He was just as desperate to have her.

She was happy they went out of the house and enjoyed time together before sleeping together. Sure, they should go on more dates, but at least they had that one.

Mahes ordered for them both since she had no idea what was good. She allowed herself to just sink into the moment, eager to get back to the palace.

The food was wonderful, and she leaned closer, dropping her tone. "This place is amazing."

Mahes nodded, smiling at her. "It's a very popular place to eat. I figured you'd like it."

She looked around once more, taking in the location. There was a waterfall across the room and a large bar with bartenders making drinks.

"We will have to come back again," she said as she took a bite of food.

His eyes twinkled. "I'll take you wherever you want to go."

She blushed, knowing it was true.

TEN

MAHES

Mahes leaned back in his chair. “Good to see that you like Nova Aurora food.”

Addie smiled. “I’ve never tasted anything like it. Especially that green stuff. What was that, anyway?”

“Oh, that was solmek. It’s good.”

“And what is solmek?”

“Well, it’s …” He trailed off. “I’m not sure exactly. It’s just whatever comes out of the solmek bottle.”

Addie laughed. “I don’t suppose I would know much more about Earth if someone put me on the spot. Well, whatever it is, it’s tasty. I’d love to try more.”

“Well, there’s lots more to try,” said Mahes. “You’ve mostly just had Tellahn food. There are whole other Nova Auroran continents for you to explore.”

He paused. “You look disappointed, though. Is there something you still want?”

“I just sort of wondered if you had any kind of dessert.”

“Dessert?” Mahes had no idea what she meant.

“Do you not do dessert? Like, something really sweet? At the end of a meal?”

“Is that a thing you do on Earth?”

“Well, not every meal,” Addie said. “But, like, for special meals sometimes. And I guess this sort of feels like a special meal.”

“Waiter!” Mahes called. Immediately, a waiter who had been walking by gave him his full attention. “Get me two pombols, please. Cold.”

The waiter looked slightly puzzled, but he nodded. “Yes, sir. One second.”

“We usually make sweet things their own meal. Not just an after-meal dish.” Mahes said. “On celebratory occasions or sometimes just for fun. But I’m curious to try this dessert idea. You don’t feel too full to eat the sweet thing after the meal?”

“You’d be surprised,” said Addie. “What’s a pombol?”

Mahes was puzzled again. “Well, it’s sort of like … I know there’s fruit in there somewhere … and then there’s a sauce, too, but … well, you’ll figure it out. It’s plenty sweet.”

And it certainly was. The pombol was delivered in a few minutes, a spongey, bluish square of a soft material soaked in a creamy, purplish sauce. The spongey stuff was pretty tasty on its own, but the sauce was really amazing. For the third or fourth time that day, Addie declared she had never tasted anything like it.

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