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[nobraincell]

I'm not. But I'm helping with chores.

[This is somehow equivalent?]

[tinflower]

...I think your class would still be the fighting style you learned. You still learned it. Even if you're not using it.

[ Right? Right?? ]

You just sound out of a job right now.

[nobraincell]

[So class isn't your job, it's your fighting style...?]

I wasn't employed before, either.

[He's just gonna start moving again now that he's more or less done thinking.]

[tinflower]

[ Hmm-- ] I don't know if you're gonna get a job here, either.

[ Does Gorgug want anything from this shop before they leave? ... ]

Wait, I'm gonna get some of that- [ Hold on, Chu Wenshan!! He's going to pick up some ribs!!! Well, after he grabs a bag. A bag would help. Just stick the fresh ribs in a fresh bag, right... ]

[nobraincell]

You're sure househusband doesn't count?

[Ooh, ribs...Chu Wenshan hefts three huge sacks of rice onto his shoulder (it doesn't go bad, right? More is better, right?) and then attempts to also reach for some ribs himself, because those look tasty. Does he need a bag for that?]

[tinflower]

I don't know-- who are you a househusband to? To the house? Is being married a job?

[ The real question is, Chu Wenshan: Do you want to put it in a bag? Do you think Gorgug is going to stop you from going bagless? ]

[nobraincell]

I don't know...it seems like a job? You're right though, I can't be a husband if I'm not married.

...So I'm jobless after all.

[Isn't that generally considered a bad thing, though? But if nobody has a job, maybe that cancels it out? Also the main reason Chu Wenshan isn't getting a bag is because he grabbed the ribs with one hand and his other hand is full with rice and he doesn't have a third hand, so—]

[tinflower]

You don't need to feel bad. We're all jobless here.

[ Not that Gorgug can read Chu Wenshan's mind, but the idea that he's jobless doesn't seem like it should be a big deal considering their circumstance. What would they even be doing? Pretending to work in a shop.

Gorgug does look at the exposed ribs, and you know what about that question before? ]

--do you want a bag for that?

[ He did it. He asked the question!! But only because carrying those rice bags and holding onto raw ribs might be a hassle... ]

[nobraincell]

That's true.

[Was he sad? He doesn't think he was sad...anyway he looks at his ribs, then at Gorgug, then back at the ribs again.]

A bag would be good.

[And then, completely off-topic:] Did you go to two schools? [One for adventuring, one for reading and stuff...?]

[tinflower]

[ Okay then, Gorgug's grabbing him a bag! ]

No? I just go to one school.

[ He comes back to Chu Wenshan, holding the bag open. ] Did you go to two schools?

[ Why ask otherwise, right?? ]

[nobraincell]

[Carefully dropping the ribs in the bag!]

I didn't go to school.

[This is...technically accurate.....]

[tinflower]

[ Whoa...! ]

You didn't? What did you do?

[ Something else?? ]

[nobraincell]

I learned everything at home.

[tinflower]

Oh, you're homeschooled? [ Ohhhhh. ] What's that like where you are? What's important to learn?

[ You know, it might be different! And Gorgug's interested, sometimes, about the difference between people and where they come from...

Even if they all can enjoy some delicious ribs! ]

[nobraincell]

[Asking him what he learned ten years ago, huh? Let's see, uhhhh—]

Reading, writing, math, hand-to-hand combat, one weapon of choice...manners? Maybe some poetry? [Extremely short pause.] I can't recite any poems though.

[In other words, please don't ask.]

[tinflower]

[ Ohhh. ]

Do you want to? I know a guy. He reads poetry. [ Ah- ] Here.

[ In Etraya. Do you want to meet his poetry guy? ]

[nobraincell]

[Hmmmm]

I'm not much of a poetry person...I don't mind listening though, if he wants to read to someone.

[He can't do uplifting poetry, but he could lift up Gorgug?]

[tinflower]

[ Gorgug can lift up Chu Wenshan easier!!!! ]

I'll ask him. He says he likes to read it for the...story.

[ Gorgug thinks. Something like that. ]

But you learned more fighting than people do, who don't go to adventuring school. There's some clubs in normal schools, but no one learns that at home unless their family has something to do with fighting. I think.

[nobraincell]

[Time for a strength contest!?]

Poems have stories?

[Fushigi mystery...he nods though.]

Mn, since my family ran a prominent martial sect, everyone there knew how to fight. Probably. A normal villager wouldn't need to know these things.

[tinflower]

Apparently.

[ Said, like he didn't know that either.... poems are so multifaceted, apparently. ]

Yeah, that's-- that's how things are where I'm from, too. Most people wouldn't know how to fight, unless it's in their family. They work office jobs or working in towns or cities. [ ... ] But we have villagers, too. Really rural areas. With fields and farms?

[ Just like Chu Wenshan knows them?! ]

[nobraincell]

I've probably seen more fields than cities...somehow our valley appeared here too, and that also has some small fields in it.

[Or maybe those are just gardens? Vegetable patches?]

Did your whole family go to adventure school?

[tinflower]

[ He tilts his head. ]

They didn't go to the school I go to, but they can-- they can kick ass. They're tinkerers, so, they build weapons. They can make bombs--you know what bombs are.

[ Though he doesn't phrase it as a question, he does look at Chu Wenshan as, yes, no? Do people who don't know what cars are know what bombs are? ]

[nobraincell]

[He does know what bombs are! Look at him nodding!]

They must be talented then. I don't personally know anyone who makes bombs, though I did meet a man who could make all sorts of things out of wood.

[tinflower]

[ A man who could make all sorts of things out of wood... ]

Like chairs?

[ Maybe he should be thinking bigger.... ]

[nobraincell]

Like...prosthetic arms, poseable figurines, torture devices, some sort of giant mobile suit you could fight in, a machine that could shoot a bunch of wooden projectiles at you rapid-fire...things like that.

[Definitely should've thought bigger.]