Paul's laughter is quiet, shielded by a raised hand hiding his half-mouthful of rice. He holds his palm flat and facing the other boy when he swallows, an unspoken request for time.
"He probably did," Paul agrees, when the risk of scattering rice over the boardwalk has passed. That isn't funny, precisely, given the likelihood of something as calamitous as he suggests is high, but it's more about how it ties into the rest of his questioning.
"Hunter is a profession here. Hunting dangerous animals, or Beasts. If you aren't experienced already, there are people who take on apprentices, if you decide you want to disarm that crab -" for his delicious arm meats "- but as for how getting a job worked out for me - this isn't one. It's - volunteering."
He thinks that's the appropriate word. The whole conceptualization of labor has taken him longer than monsters or magic to adjust to, which he thinks goes to show something about the fundamentals of how people order the world. It's the things you take for granted that are hardest to unlearn.
"I got fired from the one I did get." That, he's sure is the right phrasing. "Because of the ship sinking, among other things. So I've been weighing my options. But for you, most of how you find what it is you do comes down to going into a profession for yourself. Whatever it is you're capable of trading for what you need to get by. It's all barter, no currency, but you've likely got that already."
He gestures with the mostly empty leaf in his hand, slightly slick with oil.
"As long as you make an effort, you won't starve. You can take any house that's empty for your own. Then you work on getting your feet under you." As simple and as complicated as that. "What did you do where you came from?"
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"He probably did," Paul agrees, when the risk of scattering rice over the boardwalk has passed. That isn't funny, precisely, given the likelihood of something as calamitous as he suggests is high, but it's more about how it ties into the rest of his questioning.
"Hunter is a profession here. Hunting dangerous animals, or Beasts. If you aren't experienced already, there are people who take on apprentices, if you decide you want to disarm that crab -" for his delicious arm meats "- but as for how getting a job worked out for me - this isn't one. It's - volunteering."
He thinks that's the appropriate word. The whole conceptualization of labor has taken him longer than monsters or magic to adjust to, which he thinks goes to show something about the fundamentals of how people order the world. It's the things you take for granted that are hardest to unlearn.
"I got fired from the one I did get." That, he's sure is the right phrasing. "Because of the ship sinking, among other things. So I've been weighing my options. But for you, most of how you find what it is you do comes down to going into a profession for yourself. Whatever it is you're capable of trading for what you need to get by. It's all barter, no currency, but you've likely got that already."
He gestures with the mostly empty leaf in his hand, slightly slick with oil.
"As long as you make an effort, you won't starve. You can take any house that's empty for your own. Then you work on getting your feet under you." As simple and as complicated as that. "What did you do where you came from?"