Hannibal (or someone's) house, Saturday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Tristan stirred and his subconscious registered a soft surface under him. He woke, his hand going to his knife, but there didn't seem to be any immediate danger. He was in a very soft...bed?

He frowned. It was warm, and soft, and there was firelight at his back, but where was he?

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[furnaceface]

A little smile creased Jono's cheeks, right by his eyes.

//I've been keeping better care of it since the last time you've been about,// Jono assured him. //Just try to refrain from shooting the big pink birds on the front lawn. Hannibal likes those more than he lets on, I think.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"No shooting pink birds," Tristan agreed. If those were the exclusive property of whichever lord owned this place, he'd make do with other things.

[furnaceface]

//Excellent.// Jono served out the rest of the food-- the potatoes seemed done, and the steak was a little more well-done than medium rare, but he figured Tristan wasn't going to nitpick too terribly. //Then while you eat, I'll bring out my bow for you. The preserve isn't a bad place to go if you're interested in looking around the woods. I can show you the way when you're done eating.//

It seemed... slightly less illegal than shooting arrows off in the backyard.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Preserve?" Welcome to an unknown concept.

[furnaceface]

//Ah...// Hooboy. //An area of wilderness that people aren't allowed to build in. To keep from using up everything there...//

Explaining conservation to somebody who had no cause to know about it was going to be fun.

[sharp_as_knives]

"...Using up?" Tristan asked. "The land?"

[furnaceface]

//The land, the trees, the wildlife. Humanity is... not terribly great at respecting the world around them, once they find ways to exploit it with minimal effort.//

Jono shrugged faintly.

//The planet is something that can be used up. Where you're from, that's not even really a consideration, yet. Here and now... that's something that people are trying to pretend they can't see, plain as day.//

He handed Tristan the next plate, with the rest of the food on it.

[sharp_as_knives]

Use up the world? How could that even begin to happen?

Tristan just shook his head, took the plate of food, and started eating. It seemed easier than trying to figure out things like that.

[furnaceface]

Probably the sanest course of action, really.

//Here, while you do that, I'll go get my bow.//

That, too, seemed... well... sane. More or less. Best to keep the man occupied and fed, right? Even if it was occupied with a weapon. Oops.

[sharp_as_knives]

Tristan was wonderful with a bow! He defied the laws of physics with it!

He nodded and set to on the food.