[She kind of half-grumbles around more food, trying to use it as an excuse to not talk but that means the food stays in her mouth and doesn't go in her stomach where it belongs. A terrible dilemma.
Furthermore, the food is ironically doing the trick of making her more amendable to conversation. She feels vaguely like she owes him for the very food and she balks mostly because 1) they're sensitive subjects and 2) she's not sure how much her stories are worth to him in proverbial currency. Information is information, right?]
Which one do you want to hear about? [She swallows and picks two of the less-personally-sensitive missions that might be entertaining to hear about.] The planet made entirely of blue, glowing, semi-sentient radioactive goo or the planet shattered into two dimensions from said radioactive goo?
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Furthermore, the food is ironically doing the trick of making her more amendable to conversation. She feels vaguely like she owes him for the very food and she balks mostly because 1) they're sensitive subjects and 2) she's not sure how much her stories are worth to him in proverbial currency. Information is information, right?]
Which one do you want to hear about? [She swallows and picks two of the less-personally-sensitive missions that might be entertaining to hear about.] The planet made entirely of blue, glowing, semi-sentient radioactive goo or the planet shattered into two dimensions from said radioactive goo?