[The Will has just found himself in quite the situation. Stranded on the back of a giant turtle with no ship and no communications, no Sophie, no Gwendolyn, and no Lying Cat. And of course nobody has heard of anywhere in the whole civilized universe here on this backwater planet.
He's weaving through the marketplace, biting into a native fruit he nicked off a cart, trying to formulate a plan of action that isn't 'take Evandau hostage until he coughs up a ship to get out of here'.
And that's about when, in the clearing of a crowd, he spots a very familiar eight-eyed face. He just kind of glances from The Stalk, to the fruit in his hand, back to The Stalk, and then throws the thing over his shoulder unceremoniously.]
Some day I'll learn not to eat strange food on strange planets.
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He's weaving through the marketplace, biting into a native fruit he nicked off a cart, trying to formulate a plan of action that isn't 'take Evandau hostage until he coughs up a ship to get out of here'.
And that's about when, in the clearing of a crowd, he spots a very familiar eight-eyed face. He just kind of glances from The Stalk, to the fruit in his hand, back to The Stalk, and then throws the thing over his shoulder unceremoniously.]
Some day I'll learn not to eat strange food on strange planets.