Book Seven: Chapter 246

Feeling the need to intervene, Mike excused himself and jogged over. “Tink. Hey, Tink!” He had to shout to get the goblin’s attention. She had a handful of meat in both hands, which she stuffed into her maw. “What are you doing?”

Tink chewed her food and swallowed. When she spoke, it was through meat-packed teeth. “Tink big hungry, win bet!” she declared.

“There’s plenty of food, you can slow down,” he said. “You’re going to make yourself sick.”

“Tink fine. Need big energy!” She leapt onto the table and patted her belly, which was already slightly distended from all the food. Bigfoot picked up his plate before the goblin could step in it.

“Big energy for what?” Mike asked.

Tink let out a whoop and jumped into his arms. When he caught her, she wrapped both arms around his neck and smooched his cheek, leaving a smear of sauce behind.

“Tink have big surprise,” she whispered. “Finally get what Tink deserve.”

“I still don’t follow.”

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