[ Ginger’s distracted by the work they’re doing; it’s a grim matter to have to deal with death. He’s so rarely surrounded by animals, that there’s a sort of sorrow that falls over him in this forest. So when Day speaks, his answer is distracted: ]
Hm? No… is that something we’re supposed to be doing?
[ Are animal carcasses supposed to smell… sweet? ]
no subject
Hm? No… is that something we’re supposed to be doing?
[ Are animal carcasses supposed to smell… sweet? ]
Doesn’t sound like rocks would taste good…