treasure trove or trap
04-07-2022, 03:12 PM
Oh, alcohol. The bottles were filled with alcohol. That made sense. Fir wasn't much of a drinker, but she also wasn't born yesterday. Not too long ago, sure, but not yesterday. She knew that anything that could get you drunk was somewhat treasured by a huge chunk of different living beings, a few of which she knew personally. It made sense that this man would be no different. It was a little disappointing though that he wasn't looking to live here. Fir had gotten a little excited at the idea of helping him spruce the place up or whatever.
"Ha ire kane, fan fan?" she looked down to her platypus companion, who offered nothing in return but a blank stare back at her. "Yolwan Wan thinks he can get the bottles." she looked again to the stranger. "Dunno 'bout the equipment though...." Sure, she wasn't an avid drinker. But if the platypus could pull this off then it certainly wouldn't hurt keeping a bottle or two around the house for company, or a particularly rough day, or for decoration or something. But the equipment... "I'm a lil' smaller than you... maybe I could..... but maybe not...."
”Speech” ’Thought’
Fennish Translation: You can get, or not?
*Fir has a chunky platypus companion named Yolwan wan.