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[cloakanddaikon]

[Outside the mess hall, just as the sun begins to set, there's a Nobody who has, it seemed, managed to find an old-fashioned ice cream churn. Every so often, he pauses to check the thickening pale blue cream inside, adding salt not only to the ice around the central container, but to the ice cream itself]

There. That should about do it.

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[aneye4aneye]

What are you making?

[cloakanddaikon]

Ice cream. Sea salt ice cream, specifically.

[aneye4aneye]

Ice cream? Really? So that's how it's made...

[cloakanddaikon]

One of the ways, at least. It's not something you've seen before?

[aneye4aneye]

That's right.

[cloakanddaikon]

The crank here turns a paddle in the chamber with the cream. That keeps it from becoming solid as the ice in the outer chamber slowly freezes it. The process is somewhat time-consuming, but effective.

[aneye4aneye]

That's an interesting way of mechanics.

[cloakanddaikon]

We've yet to be introduced. My name is Zexion; may I ask yours?

[aneye4aneye]

Ah, excuse me. I'm Teito Klein.

[cloakanddaikon]

It is good to meet you, Teito. Have you devoted much study to engineering?