soup season

“Which one should Typist make?” the Muse of Many Questions asked.

“Shouldn’t we be calling her Cook or Chef in this context?” Thalia shrugged. “I want the creamy, dreamy gnocchi.”

Urania spoke with determination and brevity. “Cauliflower.”

“I like them all,” said Cal. “I can’t decide.”

“Not deciding is a decision,” Nia said. “One you are free to make, but what are the consequences of that?”