“Oh, fire ants. They make a great tea - very zesty.”
Having grown up with Uncle Goober, Charley was well familiar with his eccentric taste. She had discovered years earlier never to ask what was in his satay stir-fries.
He got up from the ground, unfurling his lanky body with a snap - wiped his hands on his apron and produced a tea-tray in front of them.
She looked at him with a hint of sadness - he had been a bachelor for as long as she could remember, and she felt a loneliness around this kindly soul.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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