John quietly revises his impression from stray cat to street dog. He keeps a carefully straight face. Okay: apparently they don't do table manners in space. Does the Emperor feed his army nutrient paste and freeze-dried little cubes?
He cuts a bit of potato, picks it up with his fork, pops it in his mouth. Hopes maybe she'll get the picture before the waiter brings them each half a chicken.
"There was a whole trial to pass, way out in the woods. You'd have to walk out into the wilderness, find your way before the wolves found you..." He takes up gesturing with the fork again, setting the scene. "And if you were lucky, you'd make it to the grove. A beautiful clearing, honestly, lovely ambience. Sunlight through the trees, that sort of thing. At the center of it all was a great slab of stone, and embedded in the stone: a sword."
He raises his eyebrows, inviting her into a joke at his expense. "My first try? I set foot into that clearing and the whole thing yelled at me. It was like setting off a car alarm."
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He cuts a bit of potato, picks it up with his fork, pops it in his mouth. Hopes maybe she'll get the picture before the waiter brings them each half a chicken.
"There was a whole trial to pass, way out in the woods. You'd have to walk out into the wilderness, find your way before the wolves found you..." He takes up gesturing with the fork again, setting the scene. "And if you were lucky, you'd make it to the grove. A beautiful clearing, honestly, lovely ambience. Sunlight through the trees, that sort of thing. At the center of it all was a great slab of stone, and embedded in the stone: a sword."
He raises his eyebrows, inviting her into a joke at his expense. "My first try? I set foot into that clearing and the whole thing yelled at me. It was like setting off a car alarm."