Sandy's Secret Weapon: Potato Chips

Chapter 10

It’s funny, isn’t it, how the universe throws you curveballs? One minute you’re trying to navigate the treacherous waters of Earth customs without accidentally revealing your companion is half-lion, and the next, you’re discovering his Achilles’ heel is… well, a bag of crisps. Specifically, the “Dill Pickle and Ranch Fiesta” variety. Who knew?

The city was still buzzing, a low hum of confused whispers and slightly panicked news reports about the “Great Mane Incident of Tuesday.” Honestly, the sheer drama the media could whip up over a particularly majestic mane caught in a rogue gust of wind was astounding. Arke, bless his prim and proper Lyran heart, had spent the better part of the afternoon trying to “re-establish equilibrium” by meticulously grooming his tail and muttering about the “undignified spectacle.” He looked thoroughly mortified, like he’d just walked into a room naked, except the room was a major metropolitan city and the naked part was his glorious mane looking like it had wrestled a hurricane and lost.