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[matermali]

[ Over these things, she doesn't mind at all. ]

Which do you prefer?

[hypnagothic]

Tea, usually, though the definition of what constitutes as tea differs from world to world.

[matermali]

[ That will get her to look back, eyebrows lifting as her imagination immediately gets ridiculous with what she thinks other beings might consider tea. ]

Now I wish I could try tea from other worlds. How long would it take, do you think? To taste every tea and dessert across every realm, every world?

[hypnagothic]

[ a breath huffs gently through his nose, looking lightly amused as his head tilts a bit. ]

Several of your lifetimes, I should think.

[matermali]

[ Now, it's a very worthy consideration for her, and don't think she isn't still, but even she knows where imagination needs to stay. ]

And how many in one lifetime? Let us pretend...that I manage ten more years of life on Earth, perhaps fifteen, and may do what I wish with it. Can I consume the delights of two worlds? Three?

[ That's probably still too optimistic. ]

[hypnagothic]

I would think you might be able to sample all of Earth's delights in that time.

[ he then tilts his head the other way, the angle slight but still noticeable. ]

But only that long?

[matermali]

[ Her shrug is just as slight, smile mildly sobering. ]

Only a guess. I am but human, and we are fragile little things with grandiosely chaotic lives, are we not? Only more-so for those who do not look away from the shadows.

[ She's going for another piece of fruit, but she'll wait until she's done speaking. Of course. ]

Now we must consider that in this case, I am able to traverse realms. [ More than she already does, at least? ] So with such enhanced ability, one may safely assume that I can travel faster than the normal human. And thus? I claim at least two worlds for myself before the end.

[ As if smug over a fantasy deduction from arbitrary rules, she will now enjoy her clementine slice. ]

[hypnagothic]

[ another soft little breath through his nose, a hint of a smile subtly changing the shape of his lips. ]

As you would will it, lady Vanessa.