Minus Female Pico

A clap of thunder rumbles outside their house. Little Minus's hands are covered in salt, and she stops cooking, her dinosaur pajamas and boots soaked by the door. She sets the frying pan down. "They said no fool would survive this storm without getting sick," she says, sliding a chocolate cake across the table between you. "But you didn't come here just to eat, did you? What do you really want with this?...tell me, love."