"Nah, I don't have much of an appetite right now," Rich joked, as if he was saving some for later.
He wondered if the question was being asked seriously or jokingly. If he saw someone face down in the grass he'd possibly think they were grazing, too. He'd been around enough aliens to know some of them might eat grass.
"I'm just kinda enjoying solid ground. I'm not on it as often as I'd like."
Hell, even when he was planetside somewhere, sometimes he spent half his time in the air because he was busy fighting.
He finally turned his head to see who was talking to him and -- oh. Oh, that was a talking skeleton. Okay. Rich blinked once. Twice. Then his expression went from surprise back to looking like he found it perfectly normal to be talking to a talking skeleton.
And at least he wasn't a space zombie, right? He'd hated the space zombies.
"There's a part of my brain telling me I should be screaming at seeing a talking skeleton, but then there's another part of my brain pointing out I come from a world with a Nazi made of bees."
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He wondered if the question was being asked seriously or jokingly. If he saw someone face down in the grass he'd possibly think they were grazing, too. He'd been around enough aliens to know some of them might eat grass.
"I'm just kinda enjoying solid ground. I'm not on it as often as I'd like."
Hell, even when he was planetside somewhere, sometimes he spent half his time in the air because he was busy fighting.
He finally turned his head to see who was talking to him and -- oh. Oh, that was a talking skeleton. Okay. Rich blinked once. Twice. Then his expression went from surprise back to looking like he found it perfectly normal to be talking to a talking skeleton.
And at least he wasn't a space zombie, right? He'd hated the space zombies.
"There's a part of my brain telling me I should be screaming at seeing a talking skeleton, but then there's another part of my brain pointing out I come from a world with a Nazi made of bees."