Elisha groaned as Hadyn started his next pass, squeezing his eyes shut. "You're buying me a whole bottle of whiskey," he said, gritting his teeth together. "Food option...son of a fucking bitch." He dug the fingers of his good hand into the gurnee bed to keep himself from swinging at Hadyn.

Probably he'd regret that later, he thought. Probably. "I want pierogies," he said when he could get his breath again, and almost speak like a normal person. He looked at Cora. "I think he owes me carbs after this. God knows getting him to eat something that's not a vegeta - motherfucker - vegetable is a hell of a battle."