“Rusts!” she said, looking at it. “What is this?” It was sweet, thick, warm, chocolaty, and wonderful. “Choc,” he said. “Sometimes it is a man’s only succor in this frozen, lonely world, yah?” “You drink chocolate?” “Sure. Don’t you?” She never had. Plus, this was far sweeter than the chocolate she was used to. Not bitter at all. She took a long, soothing draught. “Allik, this is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced. And I just held the powers of creation themselves.” He smiled.
