ISLA
Isla reacts to the merchant almost on autopilot as she flees takes her leave, which is probably a good idea, given that the medic is at risk of inhaling a turnip. "I... see...?" she says, somewhat disbelievingly. "I thought swede were orange." (So it turns out that in Europe we call a rutabaga a swede, or a Swedish turnip. The more you know!)
Regardless - and Isla has no idea what a box of turnips frogs she might have opened here - she resists a smirk to hear that he's been keeping quiet. It certainly looks like it. "And now you're doing a bit of... light shopping?" she asks, glancing at the game of Tetris he seems to be playing with his false arms.
As for boxing his ears, the medic has the sense to look mildly offended, shifting her basket to the opposite arm. "I don't think I have ever boxed anyone's ears in my life," she murmurs. "On the contrary. What's done is done, Nate - I'm just glad you're back. You were missed, by everyone."
Regardless - and Isla has no idea what a box of turnips frogs she might have opened here - she resists a smirk to hear that he's been keeping quiet. It certainly looks like it. "And now you're doing a bit of... light shopping?" she asks, glancing at the game of Tetris he seems to be playing with his false arms.
As for boxing his ears, the medic has the sense to look mildly offended, shifting her basket to the opposite arm. "I don't think I have ever boxed anyone's ears in my life," she murmurs. "On the contrary. What's done is done, Nate - I'm just glad you're back. You were missed, by everyone."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
