He'll remember the name of the plant, and every other plant he learns here. Not deliberately, but it will happen.
He watches Twisty pour the tea, and manages a nod and nearly-smile as he's given a cup for himself.
It feels good not to owe anything, but a part of him has cottoned on to Furiosa. She's like home in so many ways, only she's like no hellgod that Zack has ever met. She would make a wonderful god-queen if she were ever to invade a hell realm.
“Barter sounds more sensible,” he points out. “I saw what you used to pay the food-seller. Bits of metal. Who can eat those?” He shrugs at how bizarre it is and remembers some of her first words to him; ..a losing battle most of the people here are still fighting.
It's his dim understanding that wealth is one of the biggest reasons that worlds are allowed to die. The natives are so hell-bent on furnishing their nests, that they don't hear their mother planet screaming in agony. To him, wealth meant lots of food, plenty of all one needs. Not little round pieces of metal. It makes the entire mortal concept even more repugnant to him.
With permission given, Zack does tuck into the meal he's been given. He even manages to pause and give Furiosa a bright grin. “This stuff cheese?” he guesses the right one. “S'good. S'all good. Even better than snake,” which is the best kind of food he can find at home.
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He watches Twisty pour the tea, and manages a nod and nearly-smile as he's given a cup for himself.
It feels good not to owe anything, but a part of him has cottoned on to Furiosa. She's like home in so many ways, only she's like no hellgod that Zack has ever met. She would make a wonderful god-queen if she were ever to invade a hell realm.
“Barter sounds more sensible,” he points out. “I saw what you used to pay the food-seller. Bits of metal. Who can eat those?” He shrugs at how bizarre it is and remembers some of her first words to him; ..a losing battle most of the people here are still fighting.
It's his dim understanding that wealth is one of the biggest reasons that worlds are allowed to die. The natives are so hell-bent on furnishing their nests, that they don't hear their mother planet screaming in agony. To him, wealth meant lots of food, plenty of all one needs. Not little round pieces of metal. It makes the entire mortal concept even more repugnant to him.
With permission given, Zack does tuck into the meal he's been given. He even manages to pause and give Furiosa a bright grin. “This stuff cheese?” he guesses the right one. “S'good. S'all good. Even better than snake,” which is the best kind of food he can find at home.