CHAPTER 51

After the hype of my live entertainment has worn off and I finish getting dressed, Tobias, Woody and I sit on the floor in a circle with three salads between us. I gingerly poke at it with my fork, trying not to appear disgusted.
"Why does this look like rabbit food?" I ask Woody, who's currently ploughing through his like he's in a food eating competition. He rolls his eyes at me, gesturing at it with his fork —
"It's healthy."
"I don't want health." I mutter, stabbing a...