“You like? Me make more!” said Gea, the Trelea.
You have to admit, for a Trelea, he was a good cook. Enthusiastic, boisterous, and really, really annoying. “No Gea, I can’t eat any more. It’s good, but I’m human, we take time to digest our food.”
“How long to digest?” Gea asked, sautéing some sort of plant.
“Um, four, six hours…” I estimated.
He pulled the pan off the stove and put two of his arms on his hips. “Four to six hours? No good! No good! I fix!”
I should have left at that point. Really, I should have. But like a deer in the headlights, I sat there while he rummaged through his bags and pulled out a pill.
“Eat this, fix your problem,” he said.
What the hell. Whatever it was, it would be reversible.
So I chewed the pill. It had a berry flavor, not that I could tell you what kind of berry. Just berry. And then, I wasn’t full anymore.
“OK, what did that do?” I asked.
“Digestion improved,” said Gea. “All digested. No waste.”
“Wait… all that food?”
And that’s when the trouble started…
Written by John H. Reiher Jr.
Image from Titan AE (copyright 20th Century Fox)