Words of the Constant
Perhaps it contains an ancient recipe of some kind.
I wonder what this machine will cook up for us.
This looks like it hasn't been used in a long time.
They seemed to think quite highly of the moon.
It's a mystery to me.
Ah, I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.
Could this be a way home?
Let's see where this takes us, non?
C'est fini.
I cooked it up with a dash of ancient knowledge.
I'm afraid its meaning is lost on me.
So many secrets lost to time.
I'm afraid its meaning is lost on me.
So many secrets lost to time.
I'm afraid its meaning is lost on me.
How strange!
It's quiet.
C'est beau! I wonder where it's going?
It's missing a key ingredient.
The gems seem to be important.
Heavy and hot.
A fine peice of armor.
How much protection can grass really provide?
Weighs a ton.
Ancient armor.
I'm supposed to put that on?
Ah. My appetite wanes under its protection.
It allows me to turtle.
A hard shell to protect my soft, delicious insides.
Sturdy, but quite flammable.
I'll have to be very careful putting it on.
Fresh style, non?
A hard outer crust.
The little veg's own concoction.
Am I crazy to wear this?
Will it really keep me safe?
It is the shining armor of a knight!
Crisp, non?
This must be a sign.
I'll write a nice note for the next person.
Overcooked.
This must be a sign.
I'll write a nice note for the next person.
I miss ash covered cheeses. I miss cheeses, period.
The eyebone was sacrificed in my travels.
The unusual flower is but ash now.
It is no more.
Sparrow grass!
Ah, a special dish.
Roasted asparagus. What a treat!