Goodie sat and chewed her crispy, hot bacon as she studied her hosts. Her head was still sleep-foggy and ached as a teasing memory from last night dodged her mental grasp. Goodie watched as Castor sat and joked with Wood-Axe as Rabbit fussed and urged him and Pol to eat more. She kept telling them that they needed to eat to grow big and strong. It sounded like something a doting grandmother might say, but the way her eyes glinted worried Goodie. Wood-Axe finally muttered “Quiet woman”, and the bacon turned to ash in Goodie’s mouth. She remembered last night.