Shady

(12 or 13 if we count Talia repeating the “sort of?” Lol) “I’m so confused…” Ky said after a moment. Talia nodded in agreement. “… do ordinary people have them?” ...

“Sit at?” Ky asked.

“… so it’s something you sit on?” Rifkin asked.

She furrowed her brow. “Sort of?”

“Is it furniture?” Talia asked.

“You act like you’re twelve,” she commented, pausing to pick up an inch worm on her knuckle.

“Is it something used for recreation?” Ky asked, feeling like she was grasping at straws.

“Only in the East?” Talia clarified. That didn’t seem very fair at all if so; he knew she and Rifkin had never been.

“Good for you,” she said dryly.

She was quiet for a moment, counting. “Eight-hundred seventy-one.”

“Is it something from the East, then?” Talia asked.

They were all silent for a moment, perplexed. “Is there any of this item here?” Rifkin asked.

She snorted and furrowed her brow at him. “I’m not.”

“Aren’t we all?” She mused, still dancing along her rambling path. It was clear she wasn’t used to efficiency in any sense of the word.

“Is it food?” Talia asked.