[It's a joke that didn't quite land, one sure to go flying over most people's heads without a play-by-play of NYC public transport life.]
Because it's faster. And because some prefer not to spend the rest of their lives walking bow-legged. [To Yennefer. This one's to Thancred:] A subway train, actually, but yeah. It's impossible to convey the existential dread that descends upon a mind when crammed into a subway car like a pack of sardines. Just take my word for it.
[He leaves it at that, for the imagination to pick up and run wild with. Meanwhile, Stephen shifts his weight a little to make himself more comfortable and turns his head to see how much closer they are to their destination -- as though he would be able to tell without being the map-bearer. It earns him a scrunched-up expression and a wince, pressing his elbow into a knobbly bag of supplies to find a position that doesn't make his body protest. His success is minimal.]
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Because it's faster. And because some prefer not to spend the rest of their lives walking bow-legged. [To Yennefer. This one's to Thancred:] A subway train, actually, but yeah. It's impossible to convey the existential dread that descends upon a mind when crammed into a subway car like a pack of sardines. Just take my word for it.
[He leaves it at that, for the imagination to pick up and run wild with. Meanwhile, Stephen shifts his weight a little to make himself more comfortable and turns his head to see how much closer they are to their destination -- as though he would be able to tell without being the map-bearer. It earns him a scrunched-up expression and a wince, pressing his elbow into a knobbly bag of supplies to find a position that doesn't make his body protest. His success is minimal.]
A chocobo sounds like something you eat.
[Off-handedly.]