Words of the Constant
It seems to be a costume fit for a Queen.
It seems to be a costume for a... tree?
This statue is hungry for fuel.
Perhaps I could fix it up a bit.
This statue is hungry for fuel.
What a sweet little statue.
This statue is hungry for fuel.
Such a comforting glow.
What an odd little chapeau.
What a cozy-looking fellow.
Oh, the dishes I could make with that much crab meat...
It seems to be missing a few shiny ingredients.
It reminds me of a seafood tower, but more deadly.
I had a nightmare like this back in culinary school.
The big crab built its own refridgerator.
You would go perfect with some lemon butter.
Wow. It's not even the main course.
I could use a friend in this difficult world.
It never hurts to have a little onion on hand.
Her name is "Flambé" and she is precious.
Mon ami, won't you try my cakes?
Would you like me to make you some bacon and eggs?
She's a great comfort in times of stress.
Sweet petite chat.
This is Lambchop, my little kitchen helper.
The light of my life!
I would never eat you.
Le petit chien!
Raven stew perhaps?
Hush, my pet.
I'm on its delicious trail!
It gives me a strange, bad feeling...
What shall I craft?
That is not a sword, it's a toothpick!
Hmm, odd.
Smells like greenery.
Compressed stones, nice presentation.
I have decided on fear!
I don't know whether to feel fear or pity.
I may regret this, but I feel the urge to help this poor creature.
Perhaps he is not so bad after all.
Uh-oh! Monsieur Cochon is boiling mad!
Ah zut, that stone is far too tough for me to break.
Perhaps I could free the poor creature?
I would not recommend this.
Hmm... that might be good in a soup.
Au revoir, tree.
Crisp, no?
Sliced!
A bouquet of leaves.