““Are you okay?” I waved my hand at him dismissively. He crouched down, touched my cheek, looked me up and down, and then smirked. “That was a pygmy marmoset, by the way. Just in case you were wondering.” I wheezed. “Thank you, oh Walking Monkey Dictionary.” He laughed and got out bottled water for both of us, then handed me an energy bar. “Aren’t you going to eat one?” He put a hand on his chest and scoffed. “What, me? Eat an energy bar when the jungle is full of delicious monkeys? No thanks. I’m not hungry.” I nibbled my energy bar in silence and checked the Golden Fruit to make sure it wasn’t bruised. It was still safely wrapped up in my quilt. Between bites, I said, “You know, all in all, we made it out of the city fairly unscathed.” His mouth fell open. “Unscathed? Kelsey, I have monkey bites all over my back and in other places that I don’t even want to think about!” “I said fairly. ” He grunted at me.””
