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She went to the back a little laid on the long chair, her eyes closed, and that was how she slept all through the journey. I stopped at the mini market, hopped down to lock the doors after parking. I walked into the stinky area to buy plenty of vegetables. Tye talked about it again, sounding a warning to myself and Amelia, asking we don't miss a vegetable treat in a day. “How can I eat vegetables every day?” She cried. “I am not a goat!” “You don't have to eat just leaves in your food, Mrs. Ethan,” the man said, clasping his hands on the table where it was. “You should eat fruits, take beverages, and even add plenty of water to your list of diets.”

Vance tapped the spacebar. The Price of the Illusion The screen shifted from the code to a live capture of the Sorgentone Botanicals landing page. The standard image—a high-definition video of Victoria smiling in a white silk robe while applying a gold-infused serum—had been completely erased. In its place was a stark, black background. In the center sat a simple, white text document, formatted like an industrial balance sheet. Victoria gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she stared at the internal cost metrics. "This is proprietary information. This is trade secrets. This is illegal."

"Dinner is almost done. Just resting the meat." "It smells incredible, Greg. Seriously," I gushed. "Thanks. It's a lemon and garlic roasted chicken breast, with crispy parmentier potatoes and balsamic-glazed purple sprouting broccoli," he explained proudly. "Oh," I said, letting my face fall into a mask of sudden, solemn disappointment. "I'm a strict vegan, Greg. I'm so sorry." The colour drained instantly from his face. His hazel eyes widened in absolute panic. "Oh, damn it. I am such an idiot. I should have asked! I can...I can make you some toast? Or maybe a salad? Does Mari have any tofu?"

Silver was turning out to be an incredible landlord, and Rebel in the kitchen over at Satan’s was totally cool with Zoe’s vegetarianism, and was expanding his cooking repertoire by bringing her lunch every day at work. Bad-ass Rebel had admitted to her up-front that – not shockingly – he was a meat-man, a carnivore through and through, but for Zoe, he’d scour the internet for veggie recipes. The man had come through too, and in spectacular fashion: just the day before, Viking had asked Rebel if he had any extra portions of Zoe’s zucchini-and-cheese pasta bake. Rebel had raised his eyebrows, brought his MC brother the vegetarian meal instead of the burgers that he’d made for Saint and Arrow.

Kevin roared in disbelief. "This isn't trash, Kevin!" Bima shouted back, ignoring his pain. "This is Asam Pedas Indomie: The Mutant Antidote! A recipe that will turn your Superior Fitness Mutant into a nutrition-conscious Indomie lover!" He held his bowl of Asam Pedas Indomie high. "And you'll see, Kevin! I'm going to turn your army into Indomie Lovers!" Kevin growled, then glared at the other two Superior Fitness Mutants.

Shopping with Zion felt a little like something couples do. “Where do we start?” I asked. “Veggies first. Gotta pretend we’re healthy,” Zion said, grabbing lettuce. Then he tossed in some red and yellow bell peppers. “Look—traffic light colors. Let’s make a rainbow salad.” I smirked. “As long as we don’t make Finley’s Frankenstein salad again. Ranch dressing and maple syrup don’t belong together.” “Scarred, huh?” Zion chuckled. “Alright, meat section next. Steak, turkey, beef, lamb—what’s your pick?”

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" I set the tray down with a flourish. In the dim light, the porridge looked like it was powered by a lithium battery. It was glowing. It was vibrant. It was, for lack of a better word, aggressively cyan. "It’s very... blue," Alaric noted, squinting through the gloom. "It is ze extract of ze Blue Algae from ze depths of ze Mediterranean," I lied, my heart dancing a jig. "Rich in antioxidants and ze pigmentation of health. One bowl, and your internal organs will sing like ze bluebirds of Lyon." "I don't know if I can eat," he moaned. "My stomach is a war zone."

One could easily understand that it was well maintained! “Here. You have everything stocked but in small quantities. If you need anything else, you can tell me and I will get in for you!” Mrs Gomez opened a large refrigerator and showed me. I bent over and checked the things inside. There were meat, chicken, fish, prawns in non-veg. Other than that a lot of vegetables, cheese, milk, cream, mushrooms, mozzarella etc. It had almost everything I would need. Once I checked, I turned to her and asked curiously, “How come the vegetables and meats are so fresh??”

Mum walked into the doorway and yelled at everyone in the swimming pool. Just in a second, they get into the dining room. Hannah's eyes were sparkling when she saw a plate of the special menu on the table. “Seriously? You make a plate of premium meat for dinner?” Hannah asked. “Sure, we got good sales a few days ago, and we got a chance to celebrate it,” Alpha Matthew said. “Incredible,” Hannah smiled and grabbed a seat. “And tomato soup?” Mark asked then. “It's my favourite food,” Violet added. As we started the dinner, Violet always asked about many things, and Daddy always explained everything he knew.