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[secondplacescrow]

[ Poor Edd, he's just so homesick for solid land. His hair floats around him like a halo when he makes a video. As usual, the camera upside down. Eddison Tollett will never get it right. ]

Please, do not go to space. It is not worth it. There's no wine here unless you smuggled some on board, leaving a man to thirst.

Already we have people fighting over tiny pods to talk to, everyone's a thief, and you can't eat the food here because it floats away if you don't open the packets right.

[ What's that he's holding? A flask? One of those skinny ones? Why yes, and he's taking a drink of it. Unfortunately, it wasn't designed for space, so the wine floats out of it, like an ominous liquid cloud. ]

See what I mean? I can't even get to wet my thirst here.

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[knaval]

Yeah. Me neither.

...


Pass the booze, will you?

[secondplacescrow]

[ Edd gave him his wine. ]

Careful. It floats.

[knaval]

[riptide takes a swig and does so with NO PROBLEMS WHATSOEVER he's actually good at this zero-g thing.]

Uh huh. Tastes like-- what's that stuff-- vinegar?

[secondplacescrow]

It taste like wine, because it is.

[knaval]

...It's not got dar-ee in it, has it?

[he's something called "lack toast and tolerant" and needs to make sure of these things, riptide remembers sometimes.]

[secondplacescrow]

[ Edd only looked at the sharp-tooth youth (Edd is reminded of the Tyrosh with his hair) in confusion, silently repeating what the boy had said to understand.]

Dar-ee . . . dairy? No, lad. Wine comes from grapes, dairy comes from cows and goats.

[knaval]

Dairy, that's it. This humans form is l... lack-- doesn't like it. So I gotta avoid it, but I forget what it's in.

[he takes another swig then passes it back over.]