[Thinking about the early graveyard lineup depresses me intensely. You people are cursed.]
I mean, so have I. [Plucking a corn-themed instant mac off the shelves with morbid curiousity.] I spent months foraging mushrooms and berries, and killing wildlife, drinking from streams. But, I have to say, at least then I knew my food was food.
[HELP that makes him smile, though he shakes his head.]
Not exactly. [Hmm...] You know how bread is made of flour and water and stuff? And flour is made of wheat? You can keep breaking things down that way, even when you can't see the parts anymore. Some of those small parts are in soil and water, which is how they end up in plants and animals that we eat. It's like... a sword might be made of iron, but there's iron in your blood and in some foods, too--like chicken. But the iron in you didn't get there because your chicken ate a block of metal from the blacksmith.
So...rather like taking the essence of a thing, rather than bits of the thing itself. Like in spellcraft.
[It is not like spellcraft. She's trying okay.
Regardless she'll put the box back on the shelf and rub at her temples.]
I've learned a great deal just by being around places like these, but I really don't know what I'd do with it all when I get back. I feel like I won't even fit in any longer.
He smiles sympathetically at her, though. He'd said early on that he really couldn't imagine what it was like to be in such a wildly foreign place; she's done well at adapting, but he knows better than to assume she's fully comfortable.]
Well, uh. That's kind of hard to summarize. Adventuring, I suppose. [She looks to him, suddenly sheepish.] But I think it's more to the point to say, we rode horses and wrote letters, we fight with swords and spells. There's fairies and witches and talking dishes, talking mice. One of my dearest friends is a puppet, and another is cursed to be a giant frog.
This place is remarkable too, in its own way, but it's all very... [Her hand pans over the scenery.] ...smoothed out. It feels like someone did a bunch of complicated arithmetic and laid down the plot of where all the buildings go and how things are used, and there's so little room in the plan for whimsy, or nature.
Yes, things happen that don't make sense, but the general look and feel of it is just, you know. Very precisely cut. It's unnerving to me.
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I mean, so have I. [Plucking a corn-themed instant mac off the shelves with morbid curiousity.] I spent months foraging mushrooms and berries, and killing wildlife, drinking from streams. But, I have to say, at least then I knew my food was food.
What is "Calcium Phosphate?"
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It's a pretty common mineral. It's in a lot of foods, but companies add it to other ones sometimes because it's good for your bones.
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[That's only acceptable when it's salt.]
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Not exactly. [Hmm...] You know how bread is made of flour and water and stuff? And flour is made of wheat? You can keep breaking things down that way, even when you can't see the parts anymore. Some of those small parts are in soil and water, which is how they end up in plants and animals that we eat. It's like... a sword might be made of iron, but there's iron in your blood and in some foods, too--like chicken. But the iron in you didn't get there because your chicken ate a block of metal from the blacksmith.
[PRESUMABLY]
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[It is not like spellcraft. She's trying okay.
Regardless she'll put the box back on the shelf and rub at her temples.]
I've learned a great deal just by being around places like these, but I really don't know what I'd do with it all when I get back. I feel like I won't even fit in any longer.
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He smiles sympathetically at her, though. He'd said early on that he really couldn't imagine what it was like to be in such a wildly foreign place; she's done well at adapting, but he knows better than to assume she's fully comfortable.]
What were you doing before this?
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This place is remarkable too, in its own way, but it's all very... [Her hand pans over the scenery.] ...smoothed out. It feels like someone did a bunch of complicated arithmetic and laid down the plot of where all the buildings go and how things are used, and there's so little room in the plan for whimsy, or nature.
Yes, things happen that don't make sense, but the general look and feel of it is just, you know. Very precisely cut. It's unnerving to me.