( roasted pumpkins, hmm, hmmmmmm, that might be worth talking some revelers out of a few of their less launchable gourds. or a soup! 'not immediately, of course,' she adds, and wei ying shakes his head emphatically. ) No no, certainly not, ( he agrees, ) But can we even take them back with us? We may have to cook them here. ( will she even regain her proper form by then? he's not sure how such things work, here. if all else fails, she could give him instructions and wei ying could try his best? )
❰ she can't feel when she speaks, but she can feel the every vibration of the cauldron she's in as they move forward. each step causes a more harsh ripple — barely noticeable on her surface (which is a hard thing to have to internalize; she has 'a surface,' not 'skin') but definitely something she can somehow feel. it isn't dizzying, but it still makes her conscious shake, and even that's an awkward way to describe it. ❱
That's true. I've only been in dream spaces minimally...I've yet to test their limits. ❰ not that she's especially adventurous to begin with. but if there was something she'd be willing to experiment with, it makes sense it would involve food of some kind.
she laughs, which is perhaps odd...coming from a slime, reverberating through the air via her disembodied vocal chords. ❱ I know I could rely on you to do the practical work, but could I trust you to roast a pumpkin?
( for the record, if wei ying were made aware of such disconcerting jiggling, he might take a bit more care to smooth out the ride for poor gelatinous shijie. as it stands, she seems quite comfy settled in as she is, for however comfy an involuntary ooze can ever really be.
but now they're talking about- no, they're doubting his pumpkin-roasting prowess, and he lets out a vaguely 'aiya'-shaped sound of protest. ) My very own shijie doesn't think I can roast a pumpkin! I'm wounded. I know exactly how to do it, you just take the pumpkin and you-... well, you roast it. You see?
❰ in a fit of giggles, not only does jiang yanli's small laugh become audible again, she also undulates against the sides of the cauldron, gummy surface jigging at a faster speed. ❱
A-Xian, I can imagine you lighting a fire and piercing a whole pumpkin with a spear to put over it. Or have a rudely underestimated you and your roasting prowess?
( okay, that's. that's absolutely a thing he would do, no question about it. in fact, he vaguely recalls getting scolded by wen qing for that very thing. but! wei ying's pointing his free index finger down at the slime, waggling it a bit. ) Now, you see here, ( he says, which may be the fondest scolding to ever be delivered but that's neither here nor there. ) I've roasted all kinds of things. It's not as if I packed one of your fancy stoves up the mountain, you know. You'd be surprised what sorts of things a man can roast.
❰ after becoming a slime, jiang yanli's form was basically one mass of matter with a disregard for the surface tension of most things. this particular talent hasn't been fully explored yet — there are no cliffs to watch her expertly maneuver down, walls to ever-so-quickly ooze up in a feat that appears to defy gravity.
though, truthfully, she doesn't even need a surface to attach herself to in order to achieve movement. instinctually, all it takes is a desire and a portion of her reaches upward to smoothly spin around wei wuxian's finger; a teasing handshake of sorts. her surface is cool, and has an odd texture that isn't sticky or slimy...but that might leave the impression that her withdrawal would leave behind a residue, like the sensation of one's hand after it's been clasped by a clammy, elderly relative. ❱
Then in that case, I'm sure that you can achieve cooking a well-rounded meal tonight without my assistance. I'm sad you haven't roasted your eldest sister anything before, being a master at the craft...before now, when I can't enjoy the fruits of your labor.
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That's true. I've only been in dream spaces minimally...I've yet to test their limits. ❰ not that she's especially adventurous to begin with. but if there was something she'd be willing to experiment with, it makes sense it would involve food of some kind.
she laughs, which is perhaps odd...coming from a slime, reverberating through the air via her disembodied vocal chords. ❱ I know I could rely on you to do the practical work, but could I trust you to roast a pumpkin?
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but now they're talking about- no, they're doubting his pumpkin-roasting prowess, and he lets out a vaguely 'aiya'-shaped sound of protest. ) My very own shijie doesn't think I can roast a pumpkin! I'm wounded. I know exactly how to do it, you just take the pumpkin and you-... well, you roast it. You see?
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A-Xian, I can imagine you lighting a fire and piercing a whole pumpkin with a spear to put over it. Or have a rudely underestimated you and your roasting prowess?
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though, truthfully, she doesn't even need a surface to attach herself to in order to achieve movement. instinctually, all it takes is a desire and a portion of her reaches upward to smoothly spin around wei wuxian's finger; a teasing handshake of sorts. her surface is cool, and has an odd texture that isn't sticky or slimy...but that might leave the impression that her withdrawal would leave behind a residue, like the sensation of one's hand after it's been clasped by a clammy, elderly relative. ❱
Then in that case, I'm sure that you can achieve cooking a well-rounded meal tonight without my assistance. I'm sad you haven't roasted your eldest sister anything before, being a master at the craft...before now, when I can't enjoy the fruits of your labor.