Demands

When I opened my eyes again, it was growing dark outside. I knew that didn’t necessarily mean it was the middle of the night and I’d completely lost track of time since it tended to get dark so early these days, but my stomach was rumbling, and I needed to get back home not only to scrounch something up to eat but also because I was worried about Sam. The argument that had been going on between Sam and Starla when I left the house a couple of hours ago was fresh in my mind, despite the mediation I’d done and the fact that I’d spent most of my time thinking about how I could get Fionna on my side, rather than what to do about the warring non-newlyweds occupying one of my upstairs bedrooms.

The kitchen was abandoned when I walked in, which was surprising to me. Normally, you can always find at least one shifter in the kitchen at any given time. I stayed quiet for a moment to try and d