Perils in Perfection
by jez patterson
"It's a myth that you'll just sink in quicksand. It's denser than flesh, so you'll sink a bit, then... bob."
Captain Percina Saunders stared at her husband.
"Not that this is even sand we're in," Martin added.
It was eggs. Billions, trillions, whatever-came-after-illions of eggs. The holiday on Hamman had been Percina's way of putting things between them back on an even footing. As it were. But she'd had a sinking feeling even before she'd led them a wrong turn, straight into a clearing and a pool of Russian cracker topping.
"It's not caviar," Martin corrected. "The eggs were laid by an amphibious life form called the drackrack."
"I should never have gotten you all those enhancements," Percina said and Martin looked pointedly down towards his waist before raising an eyebrow at her. She blushed. "That one, too."
As her boyfriend, he'd been her inferior. As a fiancee, her equal. And now, as her husband, and after an enhancement for every birthday since she'd met him, he was... driving her nuts. Hence the adventure holiday where his smooth looks and smarts were going to be no match for her survival training.