[ annoying is the best way to put it, really - because they can manage, they can make this work, and they will. but god damn sam would pay money for anything resembling the last hundred years from home. the horizon can only do so much. and it's almost made more obvious by how easy it is to revert back - that this conversation with amos is going so well. that he can feel that connection, or at least something very obviously working, in the words they exchange. ]
Anything can be paradise if it's far enough away from your every-day - which, you know, is making a spaceship look really nice right about now. [ which, okay, that sparks an idea in sam - something he might bring up later, or maybe in this conversation here shortly. because if amos is here, then he's got a domain of his own, and if they can constantly change and update what it is they make here...god. sam is struck with an intense desire to see it. but they've also just met. so maybe...sam will see how this goes.
sam snorts a bit, though, at that comment about common sense - shaking his head. ] You in the business to invent wire? Cause I'm not entirely sure I want to get down that far. But hey, who knows. [ he sounds thoughtful as they walk, and even before they make it to the ice chest, sam is pointing to amos with the neck of his bottle. ] You get your ass to the Free Cities and we can co-teach a class. Maybe we can bring about the Industrial Revolution all on our own.
[ it's an easy statement to make and sam doesn't think twice about it - this may be their first conversation, but just as sam is willing to open up his home to everyone for this event, he's just as willing to open up whatever home he's making here, too. and it's genuine, the way sam wants to open what he has to others, to amos specifically, her.
sam finds himself nodding, because yeah, yeah, okay. that does make sense and honestly, he's really quite interested in it. sam's almost about to ask more about it, too - what they eat, what the weirdest thing amos has had made into food, or beer, but the next statement he makes has sam all but choking on his next swig of beer - his eyes wide (but of course, dramatically so) as he turns to look. ]
You serious? I mean- okay, yeah, it makes sense you wouldn't have five-star restaurants up in space, I get that. But that was the best you've ever had? Man, that hurts me. If you weren't already in 'none of this is real' I'd try and convince you to eat some of the crawfish I boiled up, but now I'm not even sure if you'd know what it's supposed to taste like. Damn. [ sam looks actually a bit disappointed at this concept - mostly because so much of his home, and his life, is associated with food that it really does sadden him to think someone could grow used to. bad food. even if it makes sense. ] What do they have out in Solvunn? Or are you more on your own over there?
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Anything can be paradise if it's far enough away from your every-day - which, you know, is making a spaceship look really nice right about now. [ which, okay, that sparks an idea in sam - something he might bring up later, or maybe in this conversation here shortly. because if amos is here, then he's got a domain of his own, and if they can constantly change and update what it is they make here...god. sam is struck with an intense desire to see it. but they've also just met. so maybe...sam will see how this goes.
sam snorts a bit, though, at that comment about common sense - shaking his head. ] You in the business to invent wire? Cause I'm not entirely sure I want to get down that far. But hey, who knows. [ he sounds thoughtful as they walk, and even before they make it to the ice chest, sam is pointing to amos with the neck of his bottle. ] You get your ass to the Free Cities and we can co-teach a class. Maybe we can bring about the Industrial Revolution all on our own.
[ it's an easy statement to make and sam doesn't think twice about it - this may be their first conversation, but just as sam is willing to open up his home to everyone for this event, he's just as willing to open up whatever home he's making here, too. and it's genuine, the way sam wants to open what he has to others, to amos specifically, her.
sam finds himself nodding, because yeah, yeah, okay. that does make sense and honestly, he's really quite interested in it. sam's almost about to ask more about it, too - what they eat, what the weirdest thing amos has had made into food, or beer, but the next statement he makes has sam all but choking on his next swig of beer - his eyes wide (but of course, dramatically so) as he turns to look. ]
You serious? I mean- okay, yeah, it makes sense you wouldn't have five-star restaurants up in space, I get that. But that was the best you've ever had? Man, that hurts me. If you weren't already in 'none of this is real' I'd try and convince you to eat some of the crawfish I boiled up, but now I'm not even sure if you'd know what it's supposed to taste like. Damn. [ sam looks actually a bit disappointed at this concept - mostly because so much of his home, and his life, is associated with food that it really does sadden him to think someone could grow used to. bad food. even if it makes sense. ] What do they have out in Solvunn? Or are you more on your own over there?