Luka listens intently to the myriad ways that the monsters enjoy their balloon berries.
He's simultaneously picking one from the vine and carefully placing it into his basket as instructed, though his pace leaves a lot to be desired.
"Hmm, but you don't bake them into pies or anything?" They sounded like something sweet, but you never know what you'll get with monster-grown produce. "You could get the best peach pie in the world in my home city... and it's amazing with ice cream on top. Would these be good with ice cream, do you think?"
He had intended to come talk about the weather function of the ship, but he's completely gone off course. Regardless, it felt nice to talk about something as simple as this, for once.
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He's simultaneously picking one from the vine and carefully placing it into his basket as instructed, though his pace leaves a lot to be desired.
"Hmm, but you don't bake them into pies or anything?" They sounded like something sweet, but you never know what you'll get with monster-grown produce. "You could get the best peach pie in the world in my home city... and it's amazing with ice cream on top. Would these be good with ice cream, do you think?"
He had intended to come talk about the weather function of the ship, but he's completely gone off course. Regardless, it felt nice to talk about something as simple as this, for once.