[ … Okay, fine. It looks pretty good—but just because it looks doesn't mean it tastes good, right? She ought to question its origins… ]
That isn't spaghetti… it's called capellini or "angel hair" pasta. [ She remembers packaging pretty well. ] Did you buy that pre-made or did you prepare it?
Did you also know that the milk humans drink normally comes from cows? There are, of course, some exceptions, but I assure you, it's not human milk you're drinking.
As I said, I made it. [Even in text, you can tell Kaworu is pleased with his efforts.] I thought 'spaghetti' was an umbrella term for pasta of this nature... I'll be more careful with my words.
[When did he say it was human milk, though? He said--
Oh. Right. Something else he should be more careful with.]
'Lilin' can refer to all life forms descended from Lilith, which had the potential to become humans at one point or another. (The path of evolution is also amazing.) In this case, I'm referring to cows, not humans. Sorry for the confusion.
[ There are different degrees of "making," but Frühling doesn't have the energy or desire to argue. He cooked pasta and he's happy about it and wants to offer her some because he suspects her hungriness. Her stomach may or may not be growling at the thought, involuntarily.
As for interpreting his language… maybe she missed something in all that he said to others. Embarrassing. He isn't confusing her more, but perhaps she's distilling his information in ways he can't predict. ]
So you're saying in your world cows could have been human.
[Kaworu does want to share this meal with Frühling. Breaking bread is an age-old tradition and helps to foster a sense of camaraderie between Lilin. Also, if he's very lucky, maybe she'll deign to stay with him for a while. Maybe she'll be willing to let him soak up her presence...]
Yeah. Cows could have been humans; oak trees could have been vultures; spiders could have been feline leukemia viruses.
[ She's not even going to start considering those sorts of could-have-beens, but she does wonder if Kaworu thinks about everything else that way. What a headache. ]
All right. Don't tell me anymore. I'm not inclined to philosophical discussions.
Just set aside a small plate for me, and we'll be done with it. No milk.
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That isn't spaghetti… it's called capellini or "angel hair" pasta. [ She remembers packaging pretty well. ] Did you buy that pre-made or did you prepare it?
Did you also know that the milk humans drink normally comes from cows? There are, of course, some exceptions, but I assure you, it's not human milk you're drinking.
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[When did he say it was human milk, though? He said--
Oh. Right. Something else he should be more careful with.]
'Lilin' can refer to all life forms descended from Lilith, which had the potential to become humans at one point or another. (The path of evolution is also amazing.) In this case, I'm referring to cows, not humans. Sorry for the confusion.
[Of course, maybe he just confused her more.]
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[ There are different degrees of "making," but Frühling doesn't have the energy or desire to argue. He cooked pasta and he's happy about it and wants to offer her some because he suspects her hungriness. Her stomach may or may not be growling at the thought, involuntarily.
As for interpreting his language… maybe she missed something in all that he said to others. Embarrassing. He isn't confusing her more, but perhaps she's distilling his information in ways he can't predict. ]
So you're saying in your world cows could have been human.
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Yeah. Cows could have been humans; oak trees could have been vultures; spiders could have been feline leukemia viruses.
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All right. Don't tell me anymore. I'm not inclined to philosophical discussions.
Just set aside a small plate for me, and we'll be done with it. No milk.
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[Kaworu wonders what sort of face she's making right now. It's probably cute.]
I'll be waiting for you.
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And she is not making a cute face, alien neighbour. Hrrgh. ]
I'll knock. Until then.