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"I consider myself a purist," Moonbliss explained haughtily, "and there's nothing pure about meat."
"A good steak tastes purely awesome," I offered.
"I don't eat anything with a face. As humans, I think we've evolved past that. Don't you?"
I sure as hell hadn't. "Oh, me? I don't eat anything that points west. That's asking for trouble."
She studied me with narrowed eyes for a moment, then went back to her preparation.
I took a seat at one of the barstools lined up against the counter that faced into the kitchen. Amos crowded my legs, and I patted him absently. He licked my knee, and I let him, because he did it with love.
I felt a little bad for making fun of Moonbliss, so I said, "I'll take a green shake, thank you."
"Moonbliss has been teaching me to coo—prepare some amazing recipes," Demi told me brightly. "She's about to publish her first cookbook."
I was not the least bit surprised. "That's great. Congratulations. What's the name of it? I'll be sure to pick it up."
"My Soul Mission is Raw: Healing the Wounds in the Universe One Human Digestive Track at a Time."
I blinked. "That's a mouthful. Oh look, I made a pun."
Even Moonbliss laughed at that. I guess even she liked puns.
"This shake is best complemented with an hour of Kundalini yoga," she explained to us.
I'm ashamed to admit it, but I actually did know what that was.
"But there's simply no time today. Tomorrow morning, Demi?"
"Sure," Demi said. Damn, she was a good sport.
"Want to join us for yoga tomorrow?" Demi invited me.
Yoga had never worked for me. I was a boot camp fitness kind of girl. Running, pushups, sit-ups, squats. Things that hurt but did the job. I kept it simple.
"Oh, no thanks," I said blandly. "I like to do mind yoga."
"Mind yoga?" Moonbliss asked, rightfully suspicious.
"I just think about it really hard until the results manifest themselves."
At least it cracked Demi up. Can't please everybody.
It took Moonbliss for-freaking-ever to make the shakes. She talked us through every step, but it was so complicated that I doubted I'd retain one bit of it.
There was no sugarcoating it—the shake was horrible—everything from the color, to the taste, to the texture—but I drank it anyway. It was worth the price of admission for this crazy train.
Also, I'd been treating my body like hell lately and it couldn't hurt to start remedying that. Baby steps back to being a normal human again.
As we drank, Moonbliss (she opened up and admitted her parents had actually named her that—poor girl had never had a chance) walked us through her day to day eating. It sounded very time-consuming and confusing to me, and I liked cooking.
Oh, but wait, she didn't cook. I guess I just wasn't that into preparing.
"When do you find time to manifest your heart's purpose?" I broke in cheekily at one point just to let her catch her breath.
She didn't skip a beat. I was kind of impressed. "Oh, that's easy. I never miss my hour of Kundalini meditation first thing in the morning. It's crucial to the progressive cultivation of my soul. Crucial."
She was a bit of an acquired taste, much like her green shake. One thing I could say about her, though: she loved Amos. A lot. She couldn't keep her hands off him after she finished her shake, rolling around on the ground with him, rubbing his tummy how he loved. Amos, as always, couldn't get enough affection, and I had a soft spot in my heart for anyone that could love our homely, adopted mongrel.
