Words of the Constant
Baby glaciers.
A little piece of winter in a box.
Sundae, sundae, sundae!
Refreshing.
Strap some ice to your head.
How quickly they forget...
It's working hard to make ice for me.
I'd better fill it up.
It appears to be doing its job.
It's not doing its job.
It's on its last legs.
Its contents are hibernating.
Cool staff.
Hello... Let's see what I can make with this.
I can see its true nature now!
It only half-exists on this plane.
This feels homey.
A bit too outdoorsy.
Has some charm to it.
It'll do for now.
Not bad.
Rather piggish.
A nice solid floor.
Really? Linoleum?
Tartan floor tile.
It'll do.
Utilitarian flooring.
It will need to be fixed.
Watch out for slivers.
Creaky. I like it.
A pleasant way to decorate your surroundings.
Not bad, I suppose.
Could use some red.
Not bad, I suppose.
Well isn't that sweet.
Fancy.
Bureaucratic.
Well, at least the feathers are no longer staring at me.
A little boring.
A little boring.
A little too nautical for my tastes.
Well isn't that sweet.
Plush.
Some basic walls.
But who placed the headstone, I wonder?
It seems she's claimed another victim.
A solid mineral.
Thank goodness, I have places to be!
A door to another room.
It's soiled my good gloves.