I set to the food with a will while Dickinson glowered at me from beneath the bed. In between crunching loudly on a cabbage leaf he muttered
“You encourage her. If she cuts our throats in our sleep I’m holding you responsible”
I nodded solemnly at him and drank my coffee. It tasted as bad as it looked.
“Everybody here needs a little encouragement sometimes, rabbit”
He glared back at me
“I asked you not to call me that
