I did not realize that. I thought the price was included in the tools.
That’s it. I’m putting a pumpkin in her mailbox come autumn—it’s her favorite gift in the game.
Er. Or maybe I’ll put it on her doorstep.
Contrary to game logic, pumpkins likely do not fit in the mailboxes.
Turns out, after my wee thought jaunt into how I can repay Aurelia for being a wonderful human being, Istilldo not understand what Samson meant earlier.
While I’m wearily planning my Mid Summer crops in conjunction with planning Samson’s and my adventure into the Sky Dungeon once my armor has been blessed, I conclude that my lack of understandingmightbe linked to the sleep deprivation. It’s an excellent theory that frees up some mind space to chit chat with my book after dinner on my bed.
“I just can’t believe I’m heading to theSky Dungeonin a few days without so much as an expanded inventory. This is wild. Feels like a YouTuber challenge or something.”
What makes you think your inventory is limited?
I blink at those words.
I flip to my inventory page.
I stare at the single line of boxes, indicating the space I have available.
Currently, since I unpacked my hygiene kit and overnight things from the city trip, all I have in my bag is my sword.
I flip back to the quest page, which currently contains chat, no quests, because the stupid thing refused to put anything I want to do on the list.Puppy Rescue, therefore, got vetoed but minutes ago.
Smiling, I say, “I’m sorry. I must be misreading you. What are you implying?”
You really think, after shoving hundreds of rocks and dozens of trees in your void bag, that it has a space cap?
I stare.
How does that make sense?
I don’t know. My bag is a portable black hole. You will excuse me for not exactly knowing what is or isn’tlogicalhere. “I’m going to tear out your pages and feed them to the cows.Why in the world wouldn’t you tell me this?”
I like watching you scrabble. :) Builds character.
I am actually going to commit a highly discouraged activity. “Apologize for being a horrible person.”
I’m not a person, though, am I?
It’s got me there. “Apologize for being a bad friend.”
We’re friends?
“Um. Ow. My heart. Of course we’re friends? Are we not friends? Books are totally friends, even when they don’t reply.”
Hm.
That’s sad.
I feel sad for you.
I huff. “You suck.”
<3
Setting the conversation aside, I skip myself to Samson’s profile page and discover he’s still a load of question marks beside the pressed cherry blossom petal. My heart sinks, but I try not to let it get to me since I’ve gained a heart with Aurelia, which is nice, maybe we can be friends since my stinky book hates me.
