Llewellyn almost nodded in response to her reply, then his expression shifted rather comically. “Oh… Yes, I guess that would make everything else seem rather boring.” He responded, brows knitting a little as he rubbed the side of his face a bit. “Sounds like you’re from a world quite a bit more exciting than mine.” Or possibly horrifying, that might describe it too by the sounds of it.
The detective was a little disappointed to hear that they didn’t know much about what was down there beyond the creatures. It was a pity that this person who’d possibly been on to something was gone. He’d have to ask around, keep his eyes and ears open for something that might give them an idea on if there were anything worse to worry about down there… Though the idea of a lich sounded rather bad, she didn’t sound overly concerned on that front. So perhaps it was gone…? “Unfortunate that they were sent away… Is the Lich still an uh— problem?”
Magic was definitely not an explanation, but it also wasn’t… not an explanation. Llewellyn at least had gotten the sense from some people he’d known that magic could be finicky, and it was bad to not take proper precautions when handling some aspects of it. “Ah… It must be rather delicate magic, then?”
Finishing another bite of pretzel, Llewellyn smiled a little. “Anything can be breakfast in my experience, especially when you can’t cook.” He added absentmindedly, shrugging a little as he refocused his attention on Illyana. Curious about what she’d think of the sweet baked good. “You’re quite welcome, they’re better when shared, anyway.”
And given her expression, he had a feeling that she definitely liked it. Too bad he didn’t quite catch on to the fact that she’d had them before… But he’d rather gotten used to trusting people a little more in the last world again, more so than in more recent years when his trust had been often damaged by people he should have been able to trust… Perhaps one day it would backfire and he’d backslide, but for now he was happy to take Illyana at her word.
Besides that, anyone willing to share a snack with him tended to be considered good in his books.
The detective nodded, as though he hadn’t doubted she would like them (pretzels, what’s not to love?). “They’re definitely a staple of mine, the plain ones are pretty good too if you want something less sweet.” He responded brightly, gesturing a little as he spoke. Yes, food was definitely something he was happy to chat about.
More fun to talk about than the word he’d been in before this, “Mm… Well, it was an experiment created by a being that was trying to figure out how to revive its people? At least that’s what we’d worked out before I got pulled into this world, I’m… not sure if it would have ever succeeded, if I’m being honest.” He still couldn’t fathom how people who were so unlike the being in charge might help it figure out anything about reviving another race. It wasn’t like their biology would have been similar at all. Llewellyn was more of the mind that it had been desperate, and simply grasping at straws.
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The detective was a little disappointed to hear that they didn’t know much about what was down there beyond the creatures. It was a pity that this person who’d possibly been on to something was gone. He’d have to ask around, keep his eyes and ears open for something that might give them an idea on if there were anything worse to worry about down there… Though the idea of a lich sounded rather bad, she didn’t sound overly concerned on that front. So perhaps it was gone…? “Unfortunate that they were sent away… Is the Lich still an uh— problem?”
Magic was definitely not an explanation, but it also wasn’t… not an explanation. Llewellyn at least had gotten the sense from some people he’d known that magic could be finicky, and it was bad to not take proper precautions when handling some aspects of it. “Ah… It must be rather delicate magic, then?”
Finishing another bite of pretzel, Llewellyn smiled a little. “Anything can be breakfast in my experience, especially when you can’t cook.” He added absentmindedly, shrugging a little as he refocused his attention on Illyana. Curious about what she’d think of the sweet baked good. “You’re quite welcome, they’re better when shared, anyway.”
And given her expression, he had a feeling that she definitely liked it. Too bad he didn’t quite catch on to the fact that she’d had them before… But he’d rather gotten used to trusting people a little more in the last world again, more so than in more recent years when his trust had been often damaged by people he should have been able to trust… Perhaps one day it would backfire and he’d backslide, but for now he was happy to take Illyana at her word.
Besides that, anyone willing to share a snack with him tended to be considered good in his books.
The detective nodded, as though he hadn’t doubted she would like them (pretzels, what’s not to love?). “They’re definitely a staple of mine, the plain ones are pretty good too if you want something less sweet.” He responded brightly, gesturing a little as he spoke. Yes, food was definitely something he was happy to chat about.
More fun to talk about than the word he’d been in before this, “Mm… Well, it was an experiment created by a being that was trying to figure out how to revive its people? At least that’s what we’d worked out before I got pulled into this world, I’m… not sure if it would have ever succeeded, if I’m being honest.” He still couldn’t fathom how people who were so unlike the being in charge might help it figure out anything about reviving another race. It wasn’t like their biology would have been similar at all. Llewellyn was more of the mind that it had been desperate, and simply grasping at straws.