If he were to tell her she would make a good god-queen, she wouldn't know whether to be flattered or horrified. Immortan Joe set himself up as a god-king, after all, and she'd cut her own throat before she followed in his footsteps. And yet, she fulfills that role for a lot of her people whether she tries or no. She, like Immortan, is Comeback, someone who should by all rights be dead, but alive and kicking nonetheless, and the winner of her death-match. She and the Sisters, the former wives, do their best to collaborate and counsel rather than act as overlords, but sometimes roughness is necessary. And when it is, it's Furiosa that delivers it.
He's not wrong, is the thing. She knows it.
"Some kinds of metal can be useful for building," she says. "Machines, tools, other things. And there's nothing wrong with art and ornamentation as long as you're not hurting anything with it. But I don't disagree with you, either. As a standard for trade, they're...inconvenient. Not sure how that got started, to be honest. Our standard's usually water or seeds."
"Of course, here they also have PINpoints, the little machines you see on peoples' wrists. They carry words and numbers, and there's an agreed-upon value for the numbers. Which seems even more stupid, since it's not even a thing you can hold and touch, but we use them here since they're a thing people want. Trade 'em for medicine and things and take that home."
His grin of enjoyment of his meal prompts her to return a real smile, one that shows a flash of the dimples which hard living has failed to remove from her features. "Good. The camels were hard to get, but I was determined we'd have milking animals. Got a big herd now. Sometimes we eat the meat, too, but that's a luxury."
"Ever had lizard? The thorny ones with two tails are the best." She's half-joking, but there are certain delicacies of the Wasteland, if they can be called that, which she has a particular taste for. "Those, and when we catch grasshoppers in our garden, we toast and eat those. They're even better."
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He's not wrong, is the thing. She knows it.
"Some kinds of metal can be useful for building," she says. "Machines, tools, other things. And there's nothing wrong with art and ornamentation as long as you're not hurting anything with it. But I don't disagree with you, either. As a standard for trade, they're...inconvenient. Not sure how that got started, to be honest. Our standard's usually water or seeds."
"Of course, here they also have PINpoints, the little machines you see on peoples' wrists. They carry words and numbers, and there's an agreed-upon value for the numbers. Which seems even more stupid, since it's not even a thing you can hold and touch, but we use them here since they're a thing people want. Trade 'em for medicine and things and take that home."
His grin of enjoyment of his meal prompts her to return a real smile, one that shows a flash of the dimples which hard living has failed to remove from her features. "Good. The camels were hard to get, but I was determined we'd have milking animals. Got a big herd now. Sometimes we eat the meat, too, but that's a luxury."
"Ever had lizard? The thorny ones with two tails are the best." She's half-joking, but there are certain delicacies of the Wasteland, if they can be called that, which she has a particular taste for. "Those, and when we catch grasshoppers in our garden, we toast and eat those. They're even better."