Weaver props her head up on her elbow, shifting herself so she’s laying on her side facing Saiden. Might as well embrace the sand now, because it’s already everywhere. That seems to be the downfall of the beach. Sand. It really does get everywhere, though she can think of ways to make that even worse. Or maybe better...depends on your take.
”Well, I suppose that makes sense. More importantly, what does it taste like?” Fish is a luxury in Halo, and even if you get it, it’s not really the same. It’s not fresh, though they do get some frozen. Occasionally someone will go ice fishing to see what they can pull from the icy depths, but it’s not the most fruitful endeavour. ”I eat a whole lot of ningo and luxere and not much else, honestly.” Fish was practically exotic.
”Well, I suppose that makes sense. More importantly, what does it taste like?” Fish is a luxury in Halo, and even if you get it, it’s not really the same. It’s not fresh, though they do get some frozen. Occasionally someone will go ice fishing to see what they can pull from the icy depths, but it’s not the most fruitful endeavour. ”I eat a whole lot of ningo and luxere and not much else, honestly.” Fish was practically exotic.
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Quote by Charles Dickens
