“I suppose we’ll just have to order them next time,” he typed. “Still, the teenagers we had were pretty filling.”

“True.” She patted her tummy, where the blonde girl named Sammi was still squirming. Silly thing, going around with an -i feminized male name she deserved to be eaten. “Going to bed now. Night.”

“Night.”

She signed off and waddled into the next room, where she lay down and massaged her wriggly tummy. Yes, there was always next time.