[While Eli rummages in the kitchen, it is quite easy to find his bedroom in this small cabin. There's not even really a hallway to go down, it's just. There. There are two closets: One by the front door and one in his bedroom, and they are both absolutely stuffed with items of clothing. It's a bit concerning, like, how does Eli have any money left, with how much he spends on clothing?
He lets her wander around and do whatever, not caring what she's getting into, anyway. He puts some cookies on the table, along with some cheese and crackers, and makes tea.]
[She selects several of his shirts, and one scarf, all of which fit comfortably in her inventory. At least she leaves his wardrobe tidier than she found it, letting her inventory fold the clothes.
Her raid completed, she returns to the table and picks up one of the cookies.] Do you still eat?
[Given the nature of his natural soul and the death he went through, she wouldn't be surprised if it's no longer necessary for him.]
Much of the time, yes. His natural soul needs to eat large amounts, but he worries about depleting gathering spots and spawn points — [her interpretation of his concerns about the ecosystem's balance] — in the water I can show him how little we are taking to feed him compared to what there is.
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[While Eli rummages in the kitchen, it is quite easy to find his bedroom in this small cabin. There's not even really a hallway to go down, it's just. There. There are two closets: One by the front door and one in his bedroom, and they are both absolutely stuffed with items of clothing. It's a bit concerning, like, how does Eli have any money left, with how much he spends on clothing?
He lets her wander around and do whatever, not caring what she's getting into, anyway. He puts some cookies on the table, along with some cheese and crackers, and makes tea.]
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Her raid completed, she returns to the table and picks up one of the cookies.] Do you still eat?
[Given the nature of his natural soul and the death he went through, she wouldn't be surprised if it's no longer necessary for him.]
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I don't have to, but I do sometimes anyway.
[He sets down the two teacups and drapes himself on a chair, bisexually.]
What do you eat? Seeds and worms and stuff?
[Tweety bird ass.]
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My first Natural Soul believes I should eat flying insects, my second prefers seafood. I also prefer seafood. But I will eat whatever you may spare.
[She notes his way of sitting and mimics it. When in someone's home you must follow their customs!]
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Ah, I think I'm fresh out of flying insects. And I don't fish much. Hopefully cookies will suffice, sorry Birdie.
[He takes one himself and nibbles on it. He starts snickering at her posture.]
Are you copying me?!
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And she takes one of the cookies, nibbling at it.] I wish to take Pom fishing soon. He is hungry often.
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You're cool the way you are, Northly, you don't need to copy anyone. Being original is what's cool.
[He tilts his head.]
He's hungry? I can hunt for him, no problem. I already hunt a lot for me and Cas. Fishing's a good idea too.
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Much of the time, yes. His natural soul needs to eat large amounts, but he worries about depleting gathering spots and spawn points — [her interpretation of his concerns about the ecosystem's balance] — in the water I can show him how little we are taking to feed him compared to what there is.