03 [video]

[delicioussnark]

[He's sitting on one of the plaza's benches, resting his elbows on a wheelbarrow filled with vegetables. He looks perfectly satisfied, though his eyes are a bit swollen from crying. Blame the onions. It's totally the onions' fault. Really.]

It was very nice of the villagers to share their blessings with us. These vegetables are really well grown.

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[sonofterra]

Of all the things to have as a pet.

[delicioussnark]

Why? What's wrong with him?

[sonofterra]

It's a little mundane, don't you think? There's nothing valuable or exotic or even desirable about that. What's the point of even having it around?

[delicioussnark]

[a sigh of relief]

Oh good. I thought you meant that he was sick or injured.

[sonofterra]

...eventually it will be. It is, after all, mortal.

[delicioussnark]

But it doesn't have to be now, does it?

[sonofterra]

Doesn't have to be, but why even hold onto it? What can it possibly be doing for you?

[delicioussnark]

True. Snark is male so he's not good for milking or slaughtering. I could get some wool from him someday but it's not really profitable to raise just one sheep.

I guess I keep him because we're friends.

[sonofterra]

...Friends? With that?

[delicioussnark]

Yes, with him.

[sonofterra]

Him, it, same thing. Friends, regardless of what the other end may be, are pointless.

[delicioussnark]

Awww, don't be like that. Your friends would be sad if they heard that.

[sonofterra]

...you're kidding, right?

[delicioussnark]

Surely a man like you has friends!

[sonofterra]

No. I will not be lowered down to that class.

[delicioussnark]

Great men have friends to help them in whatever they do. You won't lower yourself to anything.