“That’s right! Last year, didn’t you challenge our team to a funnel cake eating contest? Like, the whole team. Against you. Then—something with the powdered sugar—” “He inhaled it.” Orok’s grinning. “Coughed white clouds all over himself like an asthmatic smoke dragon.” “Nah.” I open my calendar app. “That doesn’t sound like me. When is this carnival that I have definitely never experienced in my entire collegiate career?”
