Sushi was one of the culinary arts that required Bee's best efforts, time, and precision. She loved the delicate cutting of various fish and the sound of steam exiting every rice maker in the restaurants early in the morning before being aired out to cool. The best temp is, as they say, body temp. "Omakase set, coming right at ya, babe!"
"Yaaaasssss, queen," cheered Leviathan; specifically, her more humanoid head. She clapped cheerfully as the plate was set in front of her. "Did you get the-"
"You think I'd forget?" She shot back, holding up a small plate of pickled ginger. "Can't have sushi without these bad boys."
"Good shit, Bee," the woman gushed. Her phone was already out and taking photos. "The official twitter always blows up whenever I come to visit. Food porn is thriving."
Leviathan's more eel-like head turned and leaned in close. Her voice was a bit grittier than the others. "Did you see her at the trial? She totally wants to fuck Mammon."
"I do not want to fuck him," the other head grumbled. "I want to eat him. There's a difference."
Yeeeehawwww! This was one long battle against executive dysfunction, for SOME reason. I enjoyed writing it! I had fun! But it was hell to type that first bit until I got over it. Anyway I hope everyone enjoys!