Words of the Constant
There's a lot of water in there for such a tiny plant.
Smells nice.
That's a plant, eh?
Ain't a tree, but ain't bad.
I think I prefer cedar chests.
Dangit, this lock won't budge!
Lucy keeps saying I should be more organized.
It's startin' to look a little unsteady.
Shucks, I came too late to yell "timbeerrrrr"!
Tall and sturdy as a redwood.
It's startin' to look a little unsteady.
Well, that's all she wrote.
She'll take a few swings, eh, Luce?
Needs some more work yet, eh?
Needs some more work yet, eh?
Good eating, that.
It's not plaid, but it'll do.
Don't mind if I do!
Almost makes me forget where I am.
I still prefer my axe.
Guess that's one way to clear the dishes, eh?
We having company?
Yep. That's some good lookin' food.
Whoops. Not the right food.
It's not quite like the tackle box I had back home.
Hey, there's some great ideas for new tackle on here!
Been a while since I went on a fishing trip.
Sugary good.
I don't trust birds that can't fly, either.
What's in here?
It tastes like justice.
Too cold for you?
It's hatching.
Is it crying?
Birds are never prompt.
Anytime now.
I should steal its egg to teach it a lesson.
Nothing there.
A hearty breakfast and one less bird in the world, what could be better?
These'll spice up our holiday feast, eh?
It's growing up to be a jerk, just like its parents.
Are you ALWAYS hungry?
Finally some peace and quiet.
It getting wild with hunger.
Needs gems, eh?
It's ready, but am I?
Ready to go, eh?
It's a... magic thing, I think.
There are bits missing, eh?
It's almost ready, eh?