Post by Parker Bomba on Mar 29, 2021 17:55:31 GMT -5
“Earth is definitely better, not that it’s a particularly high bar.”
When sleep paddled out from beneath him, he lowered the lightboard to the water’s surface so Sleep wouldn’t have to look up at him to talk. He sat on the board and idly put his hand in the water, where a dolphin promptly bumped up against it curiously. Parker smiled widely when Sleep offered to make him a bowl of ramen.
“I’d like that, actually. I’ve never actually had ramen before, only heard about it from an old friend.”
The old man had talked about ramen as if it were some ambrosial thing, a food from the heavens put on this world to make life more worth living. He’d lamented that it wasn’t available really anywhere other than Earth, and if you could find it elsewhere it was never the same. Of course, the food in the labor camp had never come close to anything even resembling ramen – or even just noodles, for that matter. Parker was eager to try noodles in every form they took, just based on the way old man Cocklin had talked about them. Ramen, Udon, Soba, Spaghetti, a whole planet of stringy carbohydrates apparently awaited.
When Sleep dropped his trivia fact about dolphins, Parker couldn’t help but feel some whiplash – he hadn’t expected the conversation to take a turn like that.
“I, uh, can’t say I’ve ever seen such a thing, no. I’ve actually never seen dolphins before,” he said, unsure of how to really proceed with the conversation. But he figured that was more on him than on Sleep – he hadn’t spoken to many people, so for all he knew dolphin junk was some common joke on Earth or some other planet. “I apologize if I’m a little awkward – socialization on Arcose was always more of a minefield than anything else, so I’m still getting used to being around people who aren’t looking for reasons to have me killed.”
He paused, then looked off into the distance.
“I did walk in on a Namekian laying an egg once. THAT was an interesting day.”
When sleep paddled out from beneath him, he lowered the lightboard to the water’s surface so Sleep wouldn’t have to look up at him to talk. He sat on the board and idly put his hand in the water, where a dolphin promptly bumped up against it curiously. Parker smiled widely when Sleep offered to make him a bowl of ramen.
“I’d like that, actually. I’ve never actually had ramen before, only heard about it from an old friend.”
The old man had talked about ramen as if it were some ambrosial thing, a food from the heavens put on this world to make life more worth living. He’d lamented that it wasn’t available really anywhere other than Earth, and if you could find it elsewhere it was never the same. Of course, the food in the labor camp had never come close to anything even resembling ramen – or even just noodles, for that matter. Parker was eager to try noodles in every form they took, just based on the way old man Cocklin had talked about them. Ramen, Udon, Soba, Spaghetti, a whole planet of stringy carbohydrates apparently awaited.
When Sleep dropped his trivia fact about dolphins, Parker couldn’t help but feel some whiplash – he hadn’t expected the conversation to take a turn like that.
“I, uh, can’t say I’ve ever seen such a thing, no. I’ve actually never seen dolphins before,” he said, unsure of how to really proceed with the conversation. But he figured that was more on him than on Sleep – he hadn’t spoken to many people, so for all he knew dolphin junk was some common joke on Earth or some other planet. “I apologize if I’m a little awkward – socialization on Arcose was always more of a minefield than anything else, so I’m still getting used to being around people who aren’t looking for reasons to have me killed.”
He paused, then looked off into the distance.
“I did walk in on a Namekian laying an egg once. THAT was an interesting day.”