three breaks of the stone

[sir_durge]

[This is probably a common sight for you, Paradisa. Yet another resident from a backwater world is poking around the kitchen this afternoon, and naturally, has taken a particular interest in the oddity that is the microwave.

Durge, however, isn't a complete simpleton. He's not attacking it, nor calling it magic. In fact, the solemn knight has taken

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[punk_emperor]

[Kanji comes into the kitchen wondering if he should just ask the ghosts for something or cook for himself again when he hears the microwave start popping.]

Shit-- What did you--?!

[Then he comes close enough to realize there's a fork inside there.]

Man, forks don't go in there! Nothing metal does.

...Why were you trying to cook a fork anyway?

[sir_durge]

I was not attempting to cook it. I was was attempting to understand how this device works to heat things. Whenever I have seen heat applied to metal, it begins to glow...

[punk_emperor]

Okay, I have no idea how they actually work, but I do know microwaves plus metal is a bad thing. It kind of breaks 'em.

I know they ain't like a stove or an oven which do cook with heat. I... uh, yeah, I really have no idea how they work. Sorry.

[sir_durge]

No apology necessary. Even in my own world people did not often question the why of such things. But Embarrans do not rely on superstition and myth.

[punk_emperor]

I know there's a lot of science and math involved, but I kinda suck at both of those, so I never tried to understand the details.

Figured as long as I knew the details about using it, I could leave how up to people who specialize in that kind of thing.

[sir_durge]

I am not very knowledgeable of such things, either, though I could not help being curious.

This is unlike any castle I have ever been in.

[punk_emperor]

Nothing wrong with being curious, man! Maybe someone will be able to explain. And, I ain't ever been in a castle, so I can't say, but it's definitely way different from home.

[sir_durge]

Mmm. What is your world like?

[punk_emperor]

Uh, well, it's pretty normal? Except that probably don't say nothing about it to you.

[He pauses, scrunching up his face while he tries to explain.]

Well, I live in a real small town--farmland, mostly--but technology like microwaves and shit are around and things. Still a lot of old-fashioned stuff though. The town's biggest thing is the traditional inn run by the parents of a friend of mine. My Ma makes all the clothes their workers wear, and runs a textile shop.

It used to be that the street I live on was the shopping district, with tons of family owned shops for anything you'd need, but then Junes moved in downtown. It's... a super store with everything ever. And it ain't bad, you know? But the little shops can't compete and a lot of them shut down because of it. So that's sad.

[sir_durge]

[He nods, a little sadly]

That often seems to be the price of better trade.

Was it your mother that taught you to sew?

[punk_emperor]

Yeah, she did. She's really great at it too.

[sir_durge]

She appears to have done an admirable job of handing down that skill.

[punk_emperor]

[He flusters a little, clearly not all that used to the praise but enjoying it.]

I just hope I'm doin' her proud.

[sir_durge]

You have greater skill than most, in the very least.

[punk_emperor]

Well, I'm still learning, so I'll do her proud someday, even if I ain't quite got it now.

[sir_durge]

[He nods] Any craft is a learning process, no matter if they are apprentice or master. And it's a useful skill to have, that is certain.