“But what do you want on yours? I mean, I’m supposed to make everyone happy here.” “Kill me some animals, then,” I said. “It’s a protein thing.” “Oh, you should have said,” Inari replied, smiling at me. We stopped in front of a door and she scribbled on her clipboard. “Some extra cheese, maybe some beans and corn. Or wait. Tofu. Protein. I’ll fix you up.” Bean-curd pizza, good grief. I should raise my rates.
