The Mating Habits Of The Earthbound Human -1999... -

David’s apartment was a carefully constructed lie. The extraterrestrial observer, hovering invisibly in the corner, noted this with clinical detachment. The cushions had been fluffed. A single, mood-setting candle—unscented, to avoid provoking the female’s unpredictable olfactory biases—sat on the coffee table. In the kitchen, a pot of water was reaching a rolling boil, a thermal event David was monitoring with the same intensity a starship pilot might give a failing reactor core.

David emerged from the kitchen, holding two plates. “So, I made my grandmother’s recipe,” he said, his voice an octave higher than its resting frequency. “It’s got… love in it.” The Mating Habits Of The Earthbound Human -1999...

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