Sonia coughs out a laugh. "You can't lie to a Barrayaran about groats. They all taste the same."

But Beth is right, much though the thought nauseates her. She smiles a little when Beth smooths her hair back, eyes half-closing -- it's soothing -- and reaches for the spoon with a shaking hand. She can't stop shaking. These stupid chills. "I know, you're right."