Words of the Constant
The potato may be eaten now.
It has more starch than my best suit.
Am I supposed to plant these?
How quaint.
What foul manifestation of evil is this?
You're not one of mine... where did you come from?!
Surely there must be some water nearby.
I really don't care for gardening.
They'll put anyone in charge nowadays.
It's a puffin.
I'm gonna turn you into puffin' stuff.
Sleep is only a temporary escape.
Hallowe'en was always my favorite.
Delightful.
It's been eons since I had a good biscuit.
Nice face.
Without a face, it's just a pumpkin.
Well... perhaps just a slice.
A little more refined, at least.
Why hello, Mr. Crane.
How very spooky.
Such labor is beneath me.
A crude test of my weapons' power.
I wonder if she knows about this...
It speaks with the shadow.
Purple brings great power.
A decent enough use of the gem's power, I suppose.
I'm not sure how it draws magic from this.
Best offer it something if we enjoy living.
It's a post.
Creeping ivy.
A bit excessive...
I do like a good statue.
Misdirected dedication.
It's seen better days.
Those are never growing back.
Refined dishware.
Am I supposed to plant these?
Homey.
A tiny bit of domestication.
Well, well, well...
I'll have use for this.
On my way up in the world.
We may wyrm our way out of this predicament yet.
Ah, how refined.
Perfect with a bit of butter.
Dinner should be arriving any moment.
Perhaps it has some flavor to it.
I suppose one could make baked goods with this.
I ought to mix it in with something else.