“Well,” I prompt her when she doesn’t say anything more. “Now that you have my permission, would you eat me?” She looks at me sharply. “If I were perished,” I rush to clarify—and she huffs a tiny laugh. “And please remember we’re speaking purely theoretically.” “Would I eat you purely theoretically,” she mouths, before she makes a “Hnh!” noise that sounds like a close relative to the beginning of another chuckle.
