Gummy Bears

Mithra plops another gummy bear inside her mouth and leans over my shoulder to look at the screen. “Whoa. What’s that?”
“Some kind of carrion-eating scarabei, apparently. I think it’s how Cato disposes of bodies. They clean the flesh off the bones.” And look pretty, I might add.
Mithra chews thoughtfully. “What does she do with the skeletons?”
“Sell them to gelatin manufacturers?” I suggest.
Mithra’s hand pauses on the way to her mouth.
My eyes stray to the packet in her hand, and I have to grin. “Unless you’ve killed it yourself, you can’t be sure what you’re eating.”