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Who: arrivals
When: Day 54, late morning
Where: Shrine area
What: NEW KIDS

[at least it's a decent hour of the morning]

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You are mistaken: they are both nightshades, and they do both flower.

[Ha ha hi guess who's a walking encyclopedia of all things poisonous.]

May I suggest we focus on the argument at hand, however?

Potatoes have flowers?

[Nope nope, Becca is stuck on this revelation because it is BIG NEWS.]

[...is it worth it harping on this... well, not really.]

As many plants do.

That's so cool!

[Attention span - 0. Knowledge of potatoes - 1?]

Are potatoes so rare in America?

No, they're pretty common food. But like...they're potatoes.

[She holds up her hand in the shape of a potato. She's such a city kid, she probably thinks chicken nuggets grow on trees.]

How did you imagine the plant reproduced?

[Honestly, he knows many people who probably wouldn't know what a potato looked like uncooked, but she doesn't exactly seem like one of the idle rich.]

Well, you plant a potato, and it...grows...more potatoes?

Not precisely, no.

It can work that way, but they produce fruit just as well.

Potato fruit? ...I...think we must be from different worlds...

[Well, that one is easy.] You have not heard of it because it is poisonous, much like the berries of deadly nightshade.

That still sounds ridiculous.

You are rather easily astounded, Miss.

I am and I'm not. I've been here too long to be surprised by a lot of things.

[making fun of herself more than anything else:] "Oh, so you're a demonangel reincarnation of God with the power to turn everything you touch and say 'poke' at to pudding. Okay. Welcome to Thusia. Next!"

[...that just gets her a weary glance. Gods and... whatever she's just rattled off. Wonderful.]

I see.

I suppose there are residents who are not human, then.

Don't assume ANYONE is. There are plenty, but you'd be wrong a lot, too.

And what kinds of... others are there, then?

How many kinds of flowers are there in the world?

[AKA I have no idea. There's lots.]

I did not ask how many, Miss. If your experience is as vast as you claim, then surely you can provide me with examples.

It's not polite to ask people straight up "hey what is your species called". But there have been cat people and there's a demonangel guy, my boyfriend's called a 'Solar', there's shape-shifters, there's Hylians, there's Shadow and he's uh...well he's somebody's shadow, literally. There's a talking mannequin, and there was a talking statue, and there's plenty more.

[How good are your powers of observation? Because when she mentions the talking statue, she's suddenly sad and afraid, but she shakes it off a moment later.]

[Good enough to warrant further inquiry.

Also, he is really intensely uncomfortable with the concept of "living dolls" to begin with.]

Mannequins and statues? ...would you care to elaborate?

[She really doesn't appreciate that you've grouped those two together. But she bites it back.]

Uhh, I don't see how I can? It's what it says on the tin. Literally.

[A mildly impatient smile.] Why were they animated?

Man, I thought British people were super polite or something... Haven't you heard of MANNERS? They're my FRIENDS, I don't go asking them stuff like that!

[Uh-huh. Friends. Sure. That's why mentioning that statue made you look so traumatised there for a minute. Yep.]

[Caaaaaaaaaaaarefully arched eyebrow.

There is a faint hint of mockery in his response.] I am afraid a lack of curiosity does not express itself in an abundance of decorum. Nor vice versa.