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Once again, the former soldier finds herself in the strange cow's car, driven off a to side café on some street corner downtown. There, she found herself at some booth in the corner, far from the hustle of people seeking their morning pick-me-up.

"Well, you've been quiet," Rhannah says, sitting back with her egg creme soda in hand. "Woman comes in and offers to change your life, and you just go along with it? Don't you want to know more?"

"I asked plenty," Halia says, tapping her finger against her cafe au lait.

"Oh, please. 'What are you doing in my house' is not the kind of question I'm talking about. I mean, don't you want to know anything about your kidnapper?"

"What's there to know?" Halia asks, bringing the drink up to her lips.

"Well, for starters, I supply the milk in that drink of yours."

Halia stops short, yanking the cup away from her. "W... what?"

Rhannah nearly spits out her own drink. "Oh, gawsh, no, no, not like that! Please. I may be well-endowed, but I'm not feeding on an industrial level with just my tits alone. I run a dairy business."

"Y-yeah, I guess that would be crazy... putting your milk in my drink..." Halia says, slowly bringing the drink back up to her lips.

"Doesn't mean I don't give a bit of my own for special treats. I always like to share."

"Uh, yeah... thanks for... letting me know?" She says this, sipping her drink. "I'll keep that in mind, when I'm feeling more adventurous."."So, what's the story, then? Old money, or did you work your way to the top?" Halia says.

"Oh, I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty, but I can get people to do that for me, and be more than happy."

"Like me," Halia says, placing her drink back down. "That's it, right? I'm here to do dirty work for you?"

"No, no. What you're here for," Rhannah says, standing up and grabbing her handbag, "is to join me in some shopping."

From the café, they take a quick walk down the block towards a small, artisanal grocery store. Rhannah pulls out a cart and hands it to Halia, walking down the aisle as the horse pushes it.

"All that old processed stuff is far too bad for you. You need to make sure you're getting the proper nutrition. You'd think they'd tell you this kind of stuff in the armed services."

"They tell us enough," Halia snorts. But, then she adds "enough to get fucked over..."

"I know. It's so terrible," Rhannah says, looking over two different varieties of organic carrots, measuring them one hand and the other. She shrugs, and dumps them both in the cart, glancing towards Halia, her hands upon the basket to stop her. Spending all that time to turn you into the most effective follower-of-orders, and then they dump you off on a world and expect you to handle things on your own."

"I can han-" Halia starts, but Rhannah stares at her with a slight frown. "Yeah, it sucks. But, that's life, right?"

"Is it?" Rhannah says, pushing the cart.

Halia tightens her grip, pushing back against the cow. "Yeah, it is. They leave me broken and expect me to make the best of it."

"That doesn't have to be your life," Rhannah says. "If you had unlimited funds, what would you do?"

"I don't have to tell you every little thing about me, okay? You want muscle, you got muscle."

Rhannah pushes the cart forward against Halia's thrust. "I'm interested in seeing what you'd do if you had more initiative."

"It doesn't matter what initiative I have. Where I'm at, I'm going to be a slave. Either to the government, to my body, or to you!"

Rhannah lessens her grip at that, but the horse does not let up. The cart shoves right into the cow's udders, knocking the wind out of her and sending her falling on her rump, hands around her stomach.

"Oh, shit! Sorry. Are you alright?" Halia shoves the cart aside and gets down to Rhannah.

The cow waves one hand, taking a quick, sharp breath. "N....yeah... it's alright," she squeaks, stumbling to her feet. Halia helps her up, and Rhannah sniffles. "That was a punch to the gut, figuratively..." she says, tearing up. "You're not a slave, Halia. I don't want you thinking that you are."

Halia sighs, nodding, and then pushes the cart. "Come on, what else here is good for me? Remember, life doesn't exactly afford me that sort of luxury."

"A well-paying job just might, though," Rhannah says, tossing one last item into the cart and leading them to the checkout. The bored teen on the other side swipes everything as they continue their discussion.

"Just how well-paying are we talking about here?" Halia asks

"Oh, simple. Well-paying enough that this could be a regular stop for you without you caring about the price," she says, stepping out.