The task force had decided to go shopping, and a late lunch when they were done. You had decided to drag Ghost off to your favorite place that smelt of soft perfume.

There were clear signs that the apples and ‘fruits’ were made out of soap, and that people weren’t and couldn’t eat them.

Ghost, damn him, didn’t read them, and took a bite of one. He spat it out, and you just looked at him.

He gave you a dirty look.

“Not one word about this to the others.”