A story I’ve been working on has recently gone off the rails, so I’ll have to stage a rescue mission to figure out the track I’m supposed to be on and make the right shifts to get there. However, there was a little part of it that made me laugh probably too much.
Diane wasn’t keen to show off her Cooking Light, but she flashed it just long enough for Doc to see. “I’m trying to unlock the mysteries of mushrooms.”
“I didn’t know they were mysterious—I mean, besides the fact that some are food, some are drugs, and some are poison.”
“I’m trying to figure out how to make them delicious.”
“Ah, more power to you.”
“You’re not a fan?”
She seesawed a hand back and forth. Diane noticed she had a small dimple on her chin and freckles on her nose and the tips of her ears. “I’m mushroom Switzerland.”
“How diplomatic of you.”
“They still have an army of sorts and mandatory service for men, though it’s not as extreme as Israel’s.”
“So they’re aggressively neutral.”
“Oh, yeah. Their cows are ready to go like that,” she snapped, sharp and loud.
“Beware the lactose intolerant.”
Doc smiled, then. It was wide this time and full of large teeth that didn’t seem exactly comfortable staying in line.