“Alright, next time we’ll go with plan B.” Kalysto took a bottle of water out of his pocket. “Hold your hands out, OK? Wash them off.” He flicked his ears back low on his head. “There are no sinks here to wash your hands in either.” He tipped some of the water into Milena’s awaiting hands, then held the bottle out so he could do the same for Orpheus.
“Can we get some breakfast now? I want to eat something piping hot and freshly killed.”