Chapter 52

• Gala let out a small scoff. “I ordered coffee with… some kind of cream. I’m not sure what it is. Think it’s drinkable?”
• He much preferred conversations like this. Mundane, easygoing. Or new things. Anything more fun and less intimidating than tech talk or battle strategies. He even had a little notebook now, tracking his progress in handling various weapons—he was getting better, almost confident.
• “Possibly, Sir. Though a strawberry smoothie would’ve been better. You like strawberries, don’t you?”