Lake Lewisia #1092

The older she got, the wider Evgeniya’s palate became, and the harder it was to restrict herself to the broadly commercial ideas. A walk in a flowering field had her sampling edible plants, tasting leaves and petals while she contemplated bitters and digestifs. Her mind churned like ice cream, imagining how to fold together drink and dessert courses, how to wed milk and alcohol and herbs in a polycule only negotiable by the most mature.

---

LL#1092