“Trying to lure me with exotic foods?” Pai asked. “For the past five years, I have eaten only a bowl of boiled tallew for each meal, with a piece of fruit on special occasions. This will not tempt me.” Lhan stopped in place. “You’re not serious, are you?” She nodded. “What is wrong with you?” She blushed. “I am of the Devotary of Denial. I wished to experience separation from the physical needs of my—” “This is worse than I thought,” Lhan said, taking her by the hand and pulling her through the kitchens.
