shares senses

“Welcome to the world of spirit,” Bob said.
“What’s with the food?”
“Butters’s mom is some kind of food goddess,” Bob said, his eyes widening. “That’s the spread she’s put out over the last few holidays. Or, um, Butters’s sensory memories of it, anyway—he let me do a ride-along, and then I made this facsimile of what we experienced.”
I lifted my eyebrows. “He let you do a ride-along? In his head?” Bob . . . was not well-known for his restraint, in my experience, when he got to go on one of his excursions.
“There was a contract first,” Bob said. “A limiting document about twenty pages long. He covered his bases.”

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