and if i pledged myself

Irys protested, “Some things can get ignored! Like expiration dates for sodas and pasta or whatever, those don’t go bad. It’s as close as we’ll get to immortality.”Ina blinked. “I think,” she said slowly. “I’ll look out for your cooking as well.”She was smiling wide as Irys spluttered, coffee drying on her shirt and forgotten. It was their little bubble, a street corner outside a cafe that served their drinks with temperatures at the surface of the sun.Warning! Warning! Blared the Irys-don’t-get-too-attached alarm.Thank god Irys wasn’t one for warnings.