On the dangers of (psi)bondage

After her text exchange with Molly, Sabine gathered what she'd need for lunch and then made a quick run down to the market for vegetables. She arrived, as promised, outside Molly's quarters within the half hour. A bag of the kind purchased in grocery stores for reuse was stuffed and leafy greens poked out from the top.

Yes, Chinese broccoli with a "pork" and black bean sauce ragu was overkill for lunch, she thought as she passed her hand over Molly's door scanner to let her know she was here. Then again, asking a three-week acquaintance with help for something as intimate as a psi-bond was pretty much overkill too.