Ivans are playing cards.
Mileses, including Solvei, are debating the wisdom of borrowing another strategy game from Bar; Mark, a voice of caution, does not know what will happen if all of them (Solvei, Mial, Miles, Milo, Stalas) all start screaming at each other in twenty directions.
And -
"I'm thinking yes, but I can wait until you're finished separating those ones for Bella."
Life fruit, life fruit. "Nineteen, twenty, there you go. Stalas, how are you liking your new unnatural health?"
"I feel amazing!" says Stalas. "Can you tell if anything's happened to my weird blood problems?"
"...I'm not sure," she says thoughtfully. "I can definitely tell you're a proper amount of unnaturally healthy now, but your blood is still sparky and I wasn't looking closely enough before to tell if it's differently sparky, or a different amount of sparky, or anything."
"Well?" asks Stalas.
"Well, your bruises are gone, genuine dwarf bone continues to be genuine dwarf bone, and the odd radiation signature from the lyrium is stronger and stabler."
"...I don't think I expected that," says Stalas. "Although maybe I should have. Still, no matter, if I have more lyrium in my blood than usual at least I'm hopefully going to bruise less. Thank you, Sable."
"It's delicious and nutritious and ever so cozy, I love it. I will try very hard to not need to reconstruct a new organic body when I have moved into my rock."
"In our world there is a fluffy alien which wants to grant us a wish and magical powers in exchange for us using those magical powers to fight despair monsters. The magical powers include 'being, technically, a rock, remote-controlling one's body'. This seems like a pretty swell deal, especially since magic rock people do not die of old age and are allowed to use their powers for whatever they want in the off-hours between despair monster fights."
"The problem is 'a wish' doesn't mean 'literally any appealing thing I can describe in a sentence'. There's an oomph limit. Solvei has more oomph than I do, but neither of us seems to have enough to do anything good and large-scale. We might just wish for more magic powers to help with despair monster combat - the despair monsters fuel the magic powers, which are pretty freeform."
"If you need to combat despair monsters, I'm coming down more on the side of maybe giving you Terraria weapons," says Sable.
"Terraria weapons are pretty exciting. I'd want to make sure you knew how to use them and could, though, I'm not sure where they fall between 'can't use stacks' and 'can eat candy' in terms of things you can do without whatever it is that makes me Terrarian enough to use stacks."
She separates the rest of Milo's Life Fruits and then starts digging in her pockets and pouches in search of a less exciting weapon.
"Not the Last Prism, that's nearly as bad..."
She goes over to the door again. She bumps her hip into a booth-bench in so doing but barely feels it; she laughs. She opens the door, leans out.
"Despair monsters," she reports, on closing the door, "warp space, but insofar as they have sizes they and their customized environments full of minions are, together, bigger than a house."
"Well then. I would actually be willing to fight the Moon Lord enough times to make you a Celestial Staff of your very own, but I definitely want to take you outside and show you what it does first. It's very... very."