There's a hm, that might be a scoff at the mention of mushrooms. Not loud, but a reaction - a negative one, but also possibly a positive for Robby for what's not in this wrapped food. He'll pity anyone for relying on mushrooms.
Not that he's five, or anything.
There's a hint of curiosity at the mention of an ocean world, sticking with Robby as the guy - Paul - goes on. Fingers holding onto the wrapped leaf, finding where to peel it; not exactly used to such food but, he'll get there. The weaving in front of Robby isn't even in all the places, about maybe reaching a quarter way done. More impressive - or less small in size - with the length of it in total. It'll do the job once it's done, but it won't be done quick.
"Arrived yesterday. World's more water than land," he says after a small pause, "but I wouldn't call it a world water."
It's the first description of another world he's gotten, and he's trying to find his own to describe his. You got bad 80s movies and a shitty juvie system? But even looking at the guy - a look Robby does take, the rice now in a visible state, sticking to its shape - makes him figure those are meaningless.
(But what he does see is someone familiar with his dad, a point that weighs on him in a way it shouldn't, but one he isn't going to make an issue of. It's not a crime. Not everyone is Miguel.)
"Still figuring out the place. World was more...well," hmn, "less magic and monsters and more dealing with other people. Being good enough to live by their rules." Such as by not having a record, for one. "Lot more cars and running off machines."
He can give that much - a trade for ocean world, and some caution given for terms, but only what Robby can think of on the spot.
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Not that he's five, or anything.
There's a hint of curiosity at the mention of an ocean world, sticking with Robby as the guy - Paul - goes on. Fingers holding onto the wrapped leaf, finding where to peel it; not exactly used to such food but, he'll get there. The weaving in front of Robby isn't even in all the places, about maybe reaching a quarter way done. More impressive - or less small in size - with the length of it in total. It'll do the job once it's done, but it won't be done quick.
"Arrived yesterday. World's more water than land," he says after a small pause, "but I wouldn't call it a world water."
It's the first description of another world he's gotten, and he's trying to find his own to describe his. You got bad 80s movies and a shitty juvie system? But even looking at the guy - a look Robby does take, the rice now in a visible state, sticking to its shape - makes him figure those are meaningless.
(But what he does see is someone familiar with his dad, a point that weighs on him in a way it shouldn't, but one he isn't going to make an issue of. It's not a crime. Not everyone is Miguel.)
"Still figuring out the place. World was more...well," hmn, "less magic and monsters and more dealing with other people. Being good enough to live by their rules." Such as by not having a record, for one. "Lot more cars and running off machines."
He can give that much - a trade for ocean world, and some caution given for terms, but only what Robby can think of on the spot.