Words of the Constant
It doesn't look quite so strange now, non?
Mon dieu, I think my eyes are playing tricks on me...
Thule-... thulec-... it rolls off the tongue, does it not?
I don't mind the taste of bug.
A pocketful of thule.
It smells like a dish that's begun to burn.
Perhaps we'll try again later, non?
He looks very well fed.
What's wrong, monsieur? Did you lose the scent?
Hmm, I wonder if there's one nearby?
Perhaps there's nothing left to find.
Ah, he found something!
Maybe we should try elsewhere, non?
Something has caught his attention.
Oh excusez-moi, I didn't know you were preoccupied!
I'm afraid you're bothering the other plants, mon ami.
Those weeds turned out to be a useful ingredient after all.
A fine ingredient!
What massive legs you have!
It seems quite mad now!
Was there supposed to be something here?
How delectable! I should chop it down.
What's that poking out?
Mmm... I can smell the sauces already.
A nice light snack.
What a formidable tomato!
What fresh ingredients will grow from these?
For a night out on the town...?
I can't think of any occasion I'd wear that to.
Not great for caramelizing crème brûlée, but it will do for seeing.
Ah oui, now that's a meat pie!
Ready to receive the dinner guests.
Is someone coming for dinner?
Well, it will be quicker at least.
The sensation takes some getting used to.
Energy food!
Be gentle, please!
Positively charged to get my hands on one!
I do not wish to be so tricky, but the dinner bell calls me.
My salady friend made this.
It's cooled off.
I'm cooking up a plan...
My pursuers will be well roasted.
It's been reduced to medium-low.
Don't take a bite out of me!
That's an unusual looking starfish.
This is not a cruelty-free trap.
I must remember where this is...
Its treasure-chesting days are over.
Treasure!