Sadly, Esfir is not, and Cal is beginning to suspect that this is unlikely to change, but he doesn't mind like he might have a couple weeks ago. He gets more, and more important, from Esfir than sex, anyway.

"Yeah, you and everyone else. I was about ready to dump Sam's fries over his head before he managed to take a hint." He laughs. It isn't nearly as annoying now as it was at the time. "But then I figured out what to eat and it's easier to get things down than it was before." He still isn't quite on three square meals a day, but two is better than one-ish.