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108 To go on is to go through. At last, even the seer is cremated. Each seed loves the dark for the light it promises. I pause. Obviously I have responded. My lashes flutter in an expression reminiscent of confusion.  Then I have a thought. "I suppose it depends on what your definition of respond is. After all, everyone who has passed you has given you some sort of response: a negative one, or at the very least a neutral one. Because I have addressed you in the manner you presumably were looking for, you consider my reply a positive response." I pause. My head tilts; a left over habit from my humanity. "Is that right?" His words are confusing. "There are no male-specific establishments that I am aware of. Though I am sure that any of these houses can provide you with ample heat. As for liquids, if the snow is not adequate the marketplace or Rathskeller provide a number of potables for consumption. None however are under my jurisdiction."