Peabody hopped in the car, handed Eve a go-cup. “Soup. Vegetable Beef.” Eve took a sniff, then a swallow before she started winding out of the underground lot. It smelled like pepper and tasted like spicy, liquefied cardboard, heated to cautiously approach lukewarm. “Beef of what?” “They didn’t say, and I thought it wiser not to ask.” Peabody took a gulp, coughed a little. “It’s bad, it’s bad. I should’ve gone for the mini berry pies.” “They had mini berry pies and you went for liquid mystery meat?” “And veg.” Peabody choked down another swallow. “I told myself to be an adult, to think of
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