Kiri's up early the next morning, restless with various low-level simmering concerns, and wanders out of her room.
"I don't think you're literally all kinds of weird. You'd have to be... green, and have an extra arm, and stuff."
Are they proceeding towards other primes yet?
"Yep! I am totally clear on the difference between chairs and muffins. Muffins are tastier."
"So much tastier! Do you still cook? I mean, um," she coughs, "so, do you cook? Oh, this is gonna be hard, I'm sorry in advance if I screw it up."
"I'm getting used to the thing faster than I expected. Not, like, instantly, but fast."
"Yeah, it was very - sensory at first, in this squishy weird new way, but now I'm turning it into information better."
"It's still pretty squishy. I wonder if it will always be squishy. Does your thing feel wet?"
"I guess," he says, "yeah. I don't know, it feels - like itself? Water and blood are both wet things, though, so you're not wrong."
"I mean, earth and stone and stuff aren't squishy, but they're not doing anything right now, so it's easy to ignore what's around. The bodies are doing stuff. And being squishy." She squeezes his hand. "Squish!"
"I keep being tempted to do stuff. More with the rocks than the bodies. Maybe after I say hi to everybody I'll go mess with the contents of your yard if you'll let me."
"Cool. Your moat is already very nice so you probably don't want me to add to the designs in the floor of it."