[If only he hadn't ruined a bag by taking it straight into the sea already... one day, a new bag.

He laughs, propping his chin in his hand and giving a heart eyeroll for God Doing Anything.]

Stop, you're going to make me an even worse blasphemer than I already am with that kind of sensible question about logical things. Heretic? Deserter? I don't know what word he'd prefer I use, and I intend to never actually find out. [putting 'empire dni' on his carrd asap] But who knows! Maybe he wasn't good at astronomy.

[Anyway.]

My favorite kind of food is 'not a mush,' which is a shockingly smaller field than it sounds. I've seen spaghetti before.

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