They're versatile, you know? We use 'em almost like currency in parts of Kazdel. Enough to keep you fed, pretty easy to grow, they'll stay hot in your pockets for a while if you're working up in the north-- oh, and it doesn't hurt that they're the right size to hide an explosive in.
[He... glances back and forth almost as if he's searching for someone to look at while she goes on. Like, "Are you hearing this?" He is alone, trapped with W and the never-ending praise of potatoes.
The last part makes his eyes widen slightly.]
I beg your par--
[He doesn't get to finish.
The memory is wild because he is a fantasy ye olde. Percy had a gun, but there is only the slight inkling of guns, so the noise is also very wild to hear. He kind of seems a bit shell-shocked when it dissipates.]
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[It isn't a paradise. W gets a equally confused look.]
Potatoes...?!
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[have you considered they're good??]
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I, um... Well, they are alright, I suppose...?
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[sometimes you just like a food!! damn.
anyway spares you from potatoes with memshare you're welcome essek]
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The last part makes his eyes widen slightly.]
I beg your par--
[He doesn't get to finish.
The memory is wild because he is a fantasy ye olde. Percy had a gun, but there is only the slight inkling of guns, so the noise is also very wild to hear. He kind of seems a bit shell-shocked when it dissipates.]
What...?
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[she's less disoriented, after-- it's her own memory, of course she's not too bothered by it, despite what it shows.]
She really hasn't changed much since then either! ...Well. Maybe a bit.