In the understatement of the millennia, Gaeta says, "It's... been rough, yeah."
She's right, though: they did survive. If only by the skin of their teeth, by the tips of their fingernails, by whatever other metaphor one can choose when a civilization finds itself living with nothing but what was in the air at the time of immense destruction. Still, survival is a binary trait. The particulars shouldn't matter as long as you're alive.
(Enduring those particulars is another matter entirely. Exhibit A: Gaeta himself.)
"Extra food stores aren't a bad idea," he murmurs. "I was never in charge of my own rationing -- " or his own cooking, for that matter, won't that be fun -- "so I'll have to figure that out once I've moved out of the inn." Vaguely, he gestures in the direction of the Oak & Iron. "Been taking them up on their hospitality until I figure out what I want to do around here. Have you decided?"
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She's right, though: they did survive. If only by the skin of their teeth, by the tips of their fingernails, by whatever other metaphor one can choose when a civilization finds itself living with nothing but what was in the air at the time of immense destruction. Still, survival is a binary trait. The particulars shouldn't matter as long as you're alive.
(Enduring those particulars is another matter entirely. Exhibit A: Gaeta himself.)
"Extra food stores aren't a bad idea," he murmurs. "I was never in charge of my own rationing -- " or his own cooking, for that matter, won't that be fun -- "so I'll have to figure that out once I've moved out of the inn." Vaguely, he gestures in the direction of the Oak & Iron. "Been taking them up on their hospitality until I figure out what I want to do around here. Have you decided?"