*somewhere in the interim between one thread and the next, ros has acquired a picnic basket full of sweet fruit sandwiches -- he's already unwrapping one, might as well while it's still fresh, and thinks while he chews* are we questing now, then?
"Certainly not. Questing requires searching, delving, or hunting for someone or something or some cause." He takes a sandwich for himself. "But we are ready to begin questing, undoubtedly."
"well, that's good -- being ready to begin. you can't begin anything, i expect, unless you're ready to do it, and you can't do anything unless you begin." he pauses. "how does one begin ... ?"
embarassed, he admits, "i don't recall when it was where i saw her last. but i think the sun may've been shining -- that's a sort of when, isn't it? and a sort of where --"
He considers this a moment, charting out all possible locations at which one might have noted that the sun was shining. "Inconclusive," he decides at last. "Are there any olive trees within the local environs?"
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