“Yeah, they’re delicious, but I’m deathly allergic. My life was very sad when I found out. Nah, I love Bell Peppers. Yeah, I guess that’s true.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.” Cara wrinkled her nose slightly, but smiled. “They make me sick… I’m not allergic, but we don’t get along. Maybe when you get released, we can visit a ‘clinic’ and get a ‘prescription’ and see how my brownies taste with another special ingredient.”
Jokingly, Ryder wiped an invisible tear, nodded “Thank you so much.” He shook his head “I understand, I’m that way with lots of foods. I really doubt I’ll ever get out, but sure, we can work towards that.”














