A Closed and Common Orbit (Wayfarers, #2)

by Becky Chambers

‘You missed the part where I am hungry,’ Pepper said, balling her hands into pleading fists. ‘I don’t want noodles. I want protein. I want something that will stick in my belly and make me regret it later.’

And seriously, anybody working in a job that doesn’t let you take a nap when you need to should get a new job. Present company excluded, of course.’ ‘Are naps good?’ ‘Naps are fucking great.’

The heart actually behaves like a heart. It pumps fake blood throughout the kit. But the blood isn’t a vital system function. You could remove the heart and I’d still be fine.’ ‘That’s . . . grimly poetic.’

She grabbed another jar. Suddet, it read. ‘Are any of these poisonous?’ she asked. Oouoh wiggled his neck. ‘To you? No idea. But I know where the med ward is, and you look easy to carry.’