Flor's Fiasco (Icehome, #16)

by Ruby Dixon

“I’rec,” T’ia cries in that moment, pushing past O’jek and D’see. She flings her arms around me and kisses me on the mouth, the gruel in my hands smashing against my chest in a hot, sludgy mess. She makes a happy sound, her arms dragging around my neck as she hauls me down against her and her tongue pushes against my lips. That does it. I jerk backward, horrified, and swipe the back of my hand over my mouth. The taste of her is…awful. “Pfaugh!”

HAHAHAHA!!!! Ohmygosh, this narrator is so perfect 😂

The food is plentiful, and F’lor has been patient. She wishes for a ding-ding feast to honor our mating⁠—” “A wedding feast,” Leezh corrects, her shoulders shaking with mirth.

HAAA!!!

“I’ve changed my mind,” Leezh says, turning to her mate. “I totally want to do this now. Just to get him to keep saying it’s a ding-ding feast.” She gasps and puts her hands to her mouth. “Oh my god, I just realized the taters will be at the ding-ding feast. This might be the greatest day of my life.” I scowl at her. Truly, this female is unpleasant. I do not know how a fierce warrior like R’hosh puts up with her. My ears feel hot, thinking about how she howled with laughter when she heard me call the new males “taters” instead of “glad-yee-aters.” As if the human tongues are not confusing enough.

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