Words of the Constant
Could use cream and salt... And less poison.
Perhaps I could make a good soup.
Can't get fresher than that!
It'll be hard to harvest like that.
There's nothing left.
The fire took to those quite nicely.
A small clump of reeds.
There's nothing left to pick.
A most unusual ingredient.
Well, it should be hard to lose.
Ancient kitchenware.
That didn't cook very well.
A center for learning.
The fire seemed to find it quite tasty.
Oh, the things I'll learn!
The darkness is all burnt up.
It boggles the mind.
Nothing but ashes.
I won't even try to pronounce it...
Ah, this will help freshen up the place, non?
It won't be much good now.
Part of my soul is within.
Looks like some sort of ritual stone.
I don't like that it's still beating.
Can't we just talk?
The pièce de résistance of any holiday feast!
Good afternoon, sir or madam!
It's soft, and surprisingly calm.
This little fellow seems quite frigid.
Let me lend you my warmth, feathered friend.
This does not look like any sewing pattern I've ever seen.
Surely no one deserves such treatment!
Don't you go rolling off on me.
Bite-sized boulders.
Hmm... I would have to be careful to not chip a tooth.
It's all out of fruit.
Did I leave the stove on?
That doesn't look healthy.
I think something's wrong with it.
What a strange looking shrub!
I must be patient.
It's withered from the heat.
You can't expect me to eat this!
The fruit seems to have softened somewhat.
Cooking really does wonders.
Let's find somewhere to plant this.
Brr!
It's just liquid now.
It's just liquid now.
The lava has crusted over.