[ 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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[ 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.