“Oh, I believe it,” she said and took a sip of juice. “That’s really good.” “It’s a blend of delta fruits. I bought a bunch of it from Arash.” “The guy who sells juice from a cart and keeps calling you a heretic?” “That’s the one.” “So when you making preparations to enter this unexplored astral space full of unknown dangers, you went with picnic furniture, plates of hot breakfast and pitchers of fruit juice.” “Life isn’t for surviving, Wexler. Life is for living.”
