"There's more where this came from, y'know. You could carve with us. You won't be part of the competition, of course. We have to earn your praise, sire. Heh." Roland offers to Inigo quickly, a nudge of his head to one side as a pile of turnips sit untouched by anyone else for now. Knives stacked safely, and a bucket under the table for peels and things. Not that Roland needs that for now, a plan already in motion.
He carves out more of the face - the mouth? Was this upside-down? - while he resumes conversation easily.
"That's right. They're like...cats, but with humanoid features. Or, humans with cat-like features?" Semantics. Plus how many times is he going to fall into the pit of trying to figure out how grimalkin genetics worked? Evan had a half-human mother, after all. And speaking of, "So King Evan is like this-" Roland pauses, gestures one tainted radish-juice stained finger to his ears. "-with cat ears and a tail. Except they're not called cats there, they're the grimalkin race. There are others, too."
He lists them off, a natural story spilling from his lips, with more of the turnip carved out. Slow progress, but it's working. "There's the mousekind, the dogfolk, the merfolk, and the humanfolk." Roland raises the turnip to eye level. Wow, that's an ugly turnip. Perfect.
"Did your kingdom have different races too, Inigo?" Roland knows Tidus's world - Spira at least - was made up of a diverse group, somehow. If not diverse through split of belief, but he mentioned the Ronso, closely resembling cat-people too.
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He carves out more of the face - the mouth? Was this upside-down? - while he resumes conversation easily.
"That's right. They're like...cats, but with humanoid features. Or, humans with cat-like features?" Semantics. Plus how many times is he going to fall into the pit of trying to figure out how grimalkin genetics worked? Evan had a half-human mother, after all. And speaking of, "So King Evan is like this-" Roland pauses, gestures one tainted radish-juice stained finger to his ears. "-with cat ears and a tail. Except they're not called cats there, they're the grimalkin race. There are others, too."
He lists them off, a natural story spilling from his lips, with more of the turnip carved out. Slow progress, but it's working. "There's the mousekind, the dogfolk, the merfolk, and the humanfolk." Roland raises the turnip to eye level. Wow, that's an ugly turnip. Perfect.
"Did your kingdom have different races too, Inigo?" Roland knows Tidus's world - Spira at least - was made up of a diverse group, somehow. If not diverse through split of belief, but he mentioned the Ronso, closely resembling cat-people too.