Rules - a drabble
"All right, all right," Avon snarled at three sets of pleading eyes - Cally's green, Dayna's brown, and the new crewmember's fourteen purple. "He - it can join the crew."
He turned to face it. "But you learn the rules first. My rules. One. This is my ship. Two. You do as you're ordered."
"Like the rest of us do." Vila added softly.
"Three." Avon looked down at the scraps of wool and leather, light brown curls and one large, bright, white tooth at their feet. "If you stay on this ship, you will remember, Brian.
"Eating People is Wrong."
-the end-