[ She laughs. His confusion is obviously extremely entertaining to her, if only because the people who actually named and grow the damn things have been asking the same question for two centuries. ] Honey, I didn't name it. Folks've been arguing about the name of peanuts since long before I was born. It's a legume, by the way. So not a pea, not a nut. It's a bean, basically. [ Agricultural factoids with someone who grew up in America's Breadbasket.
She grimaces just a little at the mention of the lake. It's not the fault of anyone from Nott, but she is not a fan of fish. ] Yeah, they pull in most everythin' from the lake. I almost never ate seafood before I got to Nott. Where I was from, it was thousands of miles from any coast. We had all the beef, pork, chicken in the world, but not fish. Least not that I would trust.
[ She doesn't fear Thorne, not really. It is, of course, not ideal to be within their purview, but Nott had been quietly simmering and pushing back against the capital long before she got there. If there was to be a fight between them, it wouldn't start with a search for her group, and there would, presumably, be time to get out. Frankly, she's not sure any of the other options are all that much better. Nott, at least, is significantly more ambivalent about the Singularity than anywhere else, and being there gives her access to a kind of magic that would be extremely difficult to find instruction for elsewhere. Everything has to have a trade-off.
With a snort, she turns a page, skims the first paragraph, but then closes the book again. She doesn't mean to be rude. ] Oh, emoji? They're these lil' pictures that we use as kind of their own language, because we mostly talk to other people in texts now. So imagine if I sent you a message on the mind... network thing we have, but you couldn't tell if I was bein' sarcastic. With emoji, I can add a little face that's laughing so you would know I was jokin'. We can't do it, though. I tried. But you can write a whole story in emojis, if you try. A bunch of 'em have double meanings, or unofficial ones, so you kind of hafta learn to read 'em before you can use 'em.
[ It's yet another thing that she's realizing is too complicated to explain to someone with absolutely no context. It's easier to show, so instead she just manifests what appears to be a late-model iPhone. She doesn't know enough about phones for it to be in any way functional as a phone, but it turns on, and she can make it show various apps. She opens the text app and quickly hammers out a series of emojis, then hands the phone to him. It reads
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She grimaces just a little at the mention of the lake. It's not the fault of anyone from Nott, but she is not a fan of fish. ] Yeah, they pull in most everythin' from the lake. I almost never ate seafood before I got to Nott. Where I was from, it was thousands of miles from any coast. We had all the beef, pork, chicken in the world, but not fish. Least not that I would trust.
[ She doesn't fear Thorne, not really. It is, of course, not ideal to be within their purview, but Nott had been quietly simmering and pushing back against the capital long before she got there. If there was to be a fight between them, it wouldn't start with a search for her group, and there would, presumably, be time to get out. Frankly, she's not sure any of the other options are all that much better. Nott, at least, is significantly more ambivalent about the Singularity than anywhere else, and being there gives her access to a kind of magic that would be extremely difficult to find instruction for elsewhere. Everything has to have a trade-off.
With a snort, she turns a page, skims the first paragraph, but then closes the book again. She doesn't mean to be rude. ] Oh, emoji? They're these lil' pictures that we use as kind of their own language, because we mostly talk to other people in texts now. So imagine if I sent you a message on the mind... network thing we have, but you couldn't tell if I was bein' sarcastic. With emoji, I can add a little face that's laughing so you would know I was jokin'. We can't do it, though. I tried. But you can write a whole story in emojis, if you try. A bunch of 'em have double meanings, or unofficial ones, so you kind of hafta learn to read 'em before you can use 'em.
[ It's yet another thing that she's realizing is too complicated to explain to someone with absolutely no context. It's easier to show, so instead she just manifests what appears to be a late-model iPhone. She doesn't know enough about phones for it to be in any way functional as a phone, but it turns on, and she can make it show various apps. She opens the text app and quickly hammers out a series of emojis, then hands the phone to him. It reads
😏 u 🆙 or 😴❓ 💭 maybe 🍸🍸💨 then 🤷♀️? u in?
She does not translate yet. ]