Kapitel 925: Spilling The Beans, Part 1

Free pizza. 

Nothing to complain about when it comes to free pizza. Especially when they were still piping hot and fresh. 

Ken, the forest ranger, really went above and beyond the call of duty here. Don't think it was in his job description to be out delivering pizzas to random folks, but I'm sure he's just a real hospitable guy is all. 

Just loves to put a smile on people's faces, I'm sure. Nothing else to it. 

Irene spent a good few minutes chatting him up by the front door, putting on a bubbly, ecstatic demeanor that was designed to win both hearts and awards while I hung back behind, diminishing my very existence to the equivalent of a pair of deer antlers that was mounted over the fireplace. 

Inch by inch, and passing remarks one after the next, Ken tried making his way inside the cabin. But Irene remained an impenetrable wall of honey-coated words and distractions. To the point that she's even got me taken with her performance.