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[ukan]

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[ukan]

Lark watches him, mouth hanging open and tongue lolling in a wolfy smile. Most of those questions can only be answered by experience, so he takes him to the kitchen where his nose will have to calibrate to four hundred thousand different smells, to chemicals he's never been able to detect before because human and humanoid bodies typically don't have the sense organs for it.

[epistemological]

The energy remains, though it's clear enough that he's trying to behave himself despite the toe tapping since they're in the kitchen but-

But there's so much. And he feels like he just opened the door of his mind to a whole new ocean. It's amazing.