“I do kind of worry a little, though,” Cindy Lou said. “Because if Voor’s ‘marketing’ doesn’t work, then he might try something else. Like spiking the water supply with GaIA starter. Maybe he’d think that if people tried being ‘tummy buddies’ they’d like it.”

“Water supply probably wouldn’t work. They do stuff to kill bacteria before they pump it out.” I frowned. “But wasn’t there some movie about this ice-cream stuff that turned people who ate it into zombies?”

Cindy Lou frowned, a forkful of tira misu halfway to her mouth. “What’re you thinking?”

“Well, you said it yourself, didn’t you? ‘Really active culture yogurt.’”

Cindy Lou’s eyes widened. “Oh my God. That’s just the sort of thing he might do after all.” She shook her head. “As much as I like being a ‘tummy buddy’ myself, I wouldn’t want to force it on anyone else. But how can we stop him?”

“Maybe we’re worrying for nothing,” I said. “After all, he’s still in the development stages.”

“Maybe.” But she didn’t seem convinced.