— Let me explain, Jennyline. When we die we don`t really disappear. We carry on living in the veggies around us. There`s the rub now. That disappear to come back and vegetables no longer want to be picked by humans. They don`t want to be our food anymore hence they attack us do. You understand now?
— You`re sure you`re okay, Gwizdo?
Quoted in:
— Lian-Chu, tell me it`s not that i mean.
— It`s not behind you, Gwizdo.
— You're not very convincingly liar!
— This is all your fault, Lian-Chu! It was your knuckleheaded plan to drown that dragon!
— But that was your plan.
— Don`t change the subject! I decided it`s your fault so it`s your fault! How can you argue with logic like that in the discussion?!
— He must be molting. Shedding his skin.
— As long as we can save our skin he can do whatever he wants with his.
— Gwizdo, they`re highly nourishing!
— Yeah! They`re hard as rocks, tastes like dragon fecal.
Explanation:
They talk about cocomak, a fruit that looks like a cross between coconut and kiwi.
— Where do we go when we`re dead?
— I don`t even know where we are when we`re alive. Let alone when we`re dead. I`m not the person to ask you know...
— We`re nowhere and everywhere at once. Because we never really die, Zaza. Our lives carry on with the memory of us, and all the things around us.
— Yeah, well, hold on there! You can`t possibly mean that dead people carry on living in... in... flowers for example?
— Yes, they do! Also in trees, rivers, in the wind... Zaza, don`t be sad anymore. Feathers will always be around here, looking at you, thinking about you.
— I knew it. Thank you, Lian-Chu.
— You`re dressing sure does have character, Gwizdo. You`ll stick to the dishes for now on and let me handle the cooking, all right?
— I can`t excel in everything. You know i`m a dragon hunter, Jennyline, meaning when i make a salad dressing, it comes out as an anti dragon`s bacteriological weapon. What can i say it`s in my blood!
— Listen, Jennyline, your vegetable garden is a swell idea, but let me remind you though that we`re dragon hunters not gardeners!
— Speaking of reminder, i don`t seem to recall the last time you brought back a dragon, Gwizdo.
— Hah, that`s a good one! How is supposed to hunt? We spent our time plowing, digging, planting... And a hunter is a warrior, not a peasant! A warrior needs rest in a quiet environment! You get it?
— You`re right and he needs to eat incidentally.
— There`s sumply no arguing with you.
— Is this a tragedy?
— A tragedy, my young lady, is a noble art form offering a symbolic vision of the world based on the intersection in the written text and the actors identity. This sharp fixed though reading life constitutes a ritual by which the spirit can be able to the point of the sacred transcendence. You understand?
— No.
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