Michele Feltman Strider on Nostr: "Thanks," you decline the dusty disk and swampy tea. "But, I'm, um, intermittent ...

"Thanks," you decline the dusty disk and swampy tea. "But, I'm, um, intermittent keto."

The crone nods, like what you said made sense. "Of course, my dear. But it will be a long night, with the storm."

A wave of thunder rolls across the previously cloudless sky. Rain floods the streets. The lights blink out.

"It seems you're spending the night," she says. "I have a room prepared for you, down that long dark hall. Or you can stay here, with me, by the fire and I'll tell you a tale."

Do you?