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Wandering Around

WHO: Cobb Vanth, Moonshade, & OTA
WHERE: Various locations
WHAT: September catchall
WHEN: Over the month
WARNINGS: Occasional cursing.

Gear Head - The Forge - OTA

The engine of his speeder thrummed lowly as he drew up outside the Forge. He let it power down slowly before he swung off and rapped his knuckles against the engine. This was a little scary, honestly. Cobb had built his speeder himself and the thought of modifying her was a little worrisome. What if she was changed when he went back?

There weren't power crystals on Tatooine. He reminded himself that he could always convert her back when he returned. It'd probably be easier because of all the junkyards in Mos Eisley and Mos Espa to get parts from.

Since no one seemed to mind the last time he borrowed tools and supplies Cobb set up right outside. He rolled up his shirtsleeves and started taking his speeder apart slowly and carefully. He had a few power crystals lying around and based on his Engineering knowledge the part he needed to convert his speeder to use them instead.

Anyone around would see him systematically laying out parts and occasionally talking to his speeder reassuring it that all would be well when he was done fixing her up. Sometimes, when he was really into it, Cobb would start singing in Bocce or Huttese.

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Little Chilly - The Factory - for Moonshade

The weather already had a bite to it early in the mornings and when the sun went down. It was a persistent chill that bothered Cobb. He knew from a conversation with Ezra that it would only get colder as the season went on. He missed the Twins real bad when he couldn't escape the cold.

So, he needed to do something about it.

He stood outside the factory with his hands on his hips. He hadn't seen Moonshade for awhile but he knew she tended to stay here but it felt rude to invite himself on in just because he didn't see her.

"Hey, Moonshade!?" He called as he walked a little closer. "You around?"

A smart man would've sent her a message first. Cobb hadn't thought of that though not until he felt a little like a fool standing outside the factory shouting at a building.

Usually, he was drunk before he started shouting at buildings. Stone cold sober it was a little awkward.

"Gotta favor to ask ya?" Maker help him if she was in the other city.

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A Visitor - Jedi Temple - OTA

Cobb figured the best time to catch all the Jedi at the Temple was the end of the day.

He had a little business with a handful of them. Checking with Ezra on the work in the mines. Find Luke to talk to him about building a vaporator for Kaz. All business. Well, if he saw Grogu he'd take a moment to chat with the kid. And probably check in with Obi-Wan since he hadn't seen the man in awhile.

Maybe not all business.

The thing was, he'd never been to the Temple before. He never had a reason to visit. Meditation didn't really seem useful when he didn't have any Force powers. If he wanted to learn to fight he'd just ask Din. Nice folks, the Jedi, but he didn't have many reasons to see them before now.

The Temple wasn't a big place but Cobb started wandering, looking to see what had been done. Seemed like they'd all done a decent amount of work. It was livable and there was space to do Jedi stuff. There was even what looked like it'd grow into a tree.

Not bad for the space philosophers.

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Once Alberto got over the scary weirdness of his first meeting with Tony - he wasn't fully convinced that the man wasn't a part dragon, mind you - he sometimes can be seen near his place. Partially because Tony's projects are interesting when nothing is exploring and because if something explodes at least Alberto will try to help again.

Now, though, he's just doing what kids do best: play around. Currently, he's running after a pink Piglet-Squirrel. Sometimes he stops and moves in the opposite direction, and it's the Piglet-Squirrel who chases him, so it should be clear to any onlookers that they're just having fun. When the animal gets close to him, Alberto stops and giggles, then hand feeds it some small fruit that he carries around in a messenger bag.

They both hear the distant sounds of someone working, but the kid figures is just Tony until he hears the singing. Uh, that's new. Gotta investigate. Cobb will find soon enough that he's being watched and if he looks to his left, he will spot Alberto with the Piglet-Squirrel in his arms, just listening to the song.

"Down in the cradle oh I would hear her/As I breathed my soul believed if/I sang those words I could leave there/Leave my sorrow and pain," Cobb sang softly under his breath then stopped to grunt as he twisted free a stubborn locking nut. When he went to add it to the pile he noticed Alberto.

"Howdy kid," he said with a little nod towards him. "Whatcha got there?"

He jerked his chin at the thing in Alberto's arms. It definitely wasn't a fish which was the animal he most closely associated with the kid. Water and fish and curiosity, that was Alberto.

For once, he wasn't on-duty. Aside from not actively wearing his helmet, it didn't really change anything.

Wandering was similar to patrolling, but at a leisurely pace -- well, as leisurely a pace a soldier could do, anyway. And he ended up here again, this time seeing Cobb among the speeder parts instead of a plume of smoke rising from the top.

"Like a giant puzzle," Echo said in greeting, skimming over the layout before glancing at the Marshal. "Am I interrupting?"

"Believe it or not, I can work and talk." Cobb grinned a little as he looked Echo up and down. "Haven't seen you in awhile. Been off at the other city?"

He didn't patrol like various people around town but Cobb did pay attention to comings and goings around him. A lot of people had stayed in that city but most came and went.

And while his friend was pretty reclusive in general Cobb had noticed he had been a little more reclusive than usual and he remembered what Echo said about that.

"A few times. Mostly to scout and check in on the others to see if they need any help," Echo reported with a chuckle that leaned into a sigh. "There's just been a lot happening in between those trips."

Maybe more than he originally anticipated, but there was only so much Echo could prepare for on alien turf.

"I had to catch up on what I missed here. It sounded like the mines were just as exciting?"

"Any of that a lot you need to get off your chest?" Not only could Cobb talk and fix up his speeder he could also listen and fix up his speeder if Echo needed a sympathetic ear. It was the sigh that made him think there was something Echo needed to get off his chest.

He chuckled and shook his head. "The mines turned out to be exciting. Still not exactly happy with the kids, but they discovered something. There's actual metal down there too. It's all ores and would need to be refined but it's there."

Cobb got to work taking off another panel over the engine. "Don't know why anyone's surprised whoever lived here was spying. They already are."

The sound of wolf claws skittering across the concrete floor of the factory can be heard even from outside, a good several seconds before the door of the factory opens. Moonshade's in a sleeveless spidersilk tunic of sorts, over leather leggings, her hands bright red. More of a berrystained red than blood, though it might take a moment to discern that. Someone's been playing with spitpod dyes, clearly.

"Cobb. Care to come inside?"

He braced himself to get run over by the wolf again but that didn't happen this time. Cobb breathed a little easier. The red on her hands didn't worry him. He knew the difference between blood and other liquids.

"Sure." He followed her inside, taking a quick look around. This wasn't a place he had been in before. It seemed like she'd been busy since he last saw her at the Howl.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your work." Cobb nodded towards her hands. "But I was hoping to get your help with somethin'."

She's set herself up with a few different stations. Here, a bunch of spider silk has been treated with something and is stretched out to dry. Here, leaves are soaking to make more spider-be-gone salve. And toward the back, her dye experiments, with both scraps of leather and small bunches of silk drip-drying with different intensities of violet and pink and red colors.

"It's alright to interrupt, but I'm going to keep working as we talk, if you're alright with that."

"Ah, that's fine." Cobb waved a hand at her. He wouldn't be offended if she kept working. Judging by everything she had set up she'd been busy and had a lot more to go.

"You said you and your clan were leatherworkers. It's gettin' cold and I don't like it already. It's only going to get colder." Cobb frowned as he talked about it. Tatooine was cold at night but it never stayed cold and most folks stayed inside at night.

"I was hopin' we could work out a deal. You make me a nice warm jacket to wear and I'll... don't know exactly, but I'll give you a skill of mine in return." Since there wasn't really credits to trade back and forth Cobb figured bartering a skill for a skill was a fair trade.

The human need for trade still rankles a little--in her tribe, people didn't keep track of favors owed or requested. They just did what was needed for one another, out of love and out of a desire to make sure all the tribe had what they needed.

"I can make you a jacket, Cobb. Would you like it long, to give your legs some warmth too? A hood? Fur at the collar and cuffs? Dyed pretty colors?"

"I would like a long one. I have a duster back home that didn't come with me. Pretty fond of it." Cobb knew that duster wouldn't keep him warm in the cold here but it was more a reassuring thing than useful.

He wandered a few steps away to examine the drying silk. "I don't need it to be colorful. I'm pretty enough to make up for it. Some fur to line it would make it warmer, yeah?"

Cobb wasn't sure. He knew logically that's how it was supposed to work but he was incredibly out of his element here. "I don't know what I'm doin' when it comes to cold weather, Moonshade. I'm used to a hundred and sixteen not sixteen."

When Merrin teleports over to the Forge, she doesn't really expect to find Cobb there too, repairing(?) his speeder. Coming a little closer, she eyes the spread of parts with curiosity, though she has no engineering background to tell her what they do. Not even all the time she's spent lurking around Cal's workshop has helped very much, honestly.

But ah well. Cobb is singing in an unfamiliar language, obviously deep into his work, and it brings a small smile to her face, brief but affectionate.

"What language is that?" she asks in lieu of an actual greeting.

"Kirff," he laughs a little as he starts. Cobb looks at Merrin with an amused smile. "Didn't hear you walk up. It's Bocce. Old language on Tatooine."

The language of slaves these days. Some folks claimed it used to be spoken by traders like Huttese was in his day. Cobb doubted it.

He wipes his hands on his pants and steps away from the speeder to talk with her. "What brings you by the forge, kiddo?" he asks, little curious. He didn't think of her as a tinkerer.

The numbers mean nothing to her, but she understands the sentiment. "Fur lining would definitely help--or glownie wool, perhaps, if there's plans to take one for meat anytime soon. I'm also thinking fur at the collars and hood, in particular. I've made similar things before--we spent time with the Go-Backs tribe in the mountains, and I saw their techniques for keeping warm. It's just a matter of finding the materials, I think. The fur lining could be piglet-squirrel, but for the bulk of the coat, I'd like larger pieces of leather."

She thinks for a moment. "It's probably time to organize a hunt for a couple pecoraves. Their meat can be salted and dried for winter, too."

"Hi, Cobb!" Normally he would have waved, but he didn't want to drop the animal. He walked over when Cobb asked about it and lifted the Piglet-Squirrel, so the other man could give her a better look.

"This is Mona Lisa, we were playing when we heard you. You sing very well." The tone sounds a bit growly, mostly likely because Alberto wasn't used to the language, but he liked it.

A moment later, he placed the animas back on the ground, so she could move around as she pleased. Her tail twitched a few times, and she chittered at Cobb, but stayed close to Alberto's legs. "Is your speeder broken?"

"Thanks, don't do it too often." Cobb didn't think he was that good at singing but he wasn't awful to hear. He was a little embarrassed that someone had caught him at it. He hadn't even realized he'd been singing loud enough for people to hear.

He watched the little creature with amusement. Folks were already getting pets like Richie and his banthas. At least this one was local to the planet and wouldn't take twenty odd years to grow up.

"No, she's not broken. But she runs on ship fuel which isn't available here. I'm converting her over to crystals." Cobb had a little group of them ready to go and he gestured to them. "Once she runs on those I can use her more. A speeder isn't useful to anyone if it can't run."

"That's a shame. You sing almost as well as the lady from the music box." Pausing, Alberto tried tto remember the right word for the thing, Massimo told him what it was. "The lady that plays in the gra-mo-pho-ne, I mean. But she sings much higher, since she's an opera singer."

From all the people who could have caught them in the act, Alberto was probably one of the most harmless. He didn't make fun of people, he was not like Ercole. And music was something he enjoyed greatly. Mona Lisa started to rub at her face and ears as the humans talked, grooming herself.

"You told me about it, I remember. Space fuel." Oooor...Something like that. Hard to find on the planet, is what he knew. Alberto smiled at the news, happy to see that Cobb finally decided to change the engine despite his initial worries. "Do you need help? I can make you more crystals or charge the old one if those run out of energy."

Cobb figured the kid meant something like the radio or holonet back home. He'd never heard of anything called a gramophone. "Do you sing?"

Alberto's offer of help made Cobb shake his head. He had seen how eager the kid was the help and how that led him to poking around the mines even after he'd been warned by Cobb and probably a few others.

He'd need some time to calm down before Cobb thought about teaching him mechanics. "Don't worry about it, kid. I've been fixin' her up and keeping her runnin' on my own since I built her. She's easy to take care of on my own."

He was talking about a music player, but he did know what a radio was. His first conversations with Drake was about if one of the man's machines could play music. After that question, Alberto looked a bit sheepish, probably for the first time since Cobb met him.

"Ah, uhm...never tried, really." That was one of the few things that made him self-conscious. As for Cobb's reaction, it was more or less what he was expecting. He knew the man care a lot about his speedster, so it made sense that he didn't want other people to touch it.

"All right! I figured you might need more crystals in the future, is all. I wasn't sure if know you were an engineer too. Do you mind if I watch for a bit?"

Who knew, he could learn something. Alberto liked to watch other people work, humans always invented so many new things and used interesting tools and gadgets while doing so.

"I can't say I've done much hunting. There's just not much to hunt back home but I'd like to help since you're doin' all this for me." Cobb could shoot really well but he wasn't always the best at tracking on anything but sand or moving silently which he assumed hunting required.

He didn't want to leave Moonshade with all the work. If there was some way he could lend a hand to this he would. Only fair to give her some sort of help seeing as she would keep him warm in the cold times coming.

"Might actually be real useful to learn some leather working if you'll teach me. I've been told I'm a decent student. Patient, respectful, and real good with my hands." He wiggled his fingers at her.

"Your people don't sing?" Cobb was a little surprised. He thought all people sang. It was especially important to slaves. It was one way they kept Bocce alive as a language when their masters didn't want them speaking anything they didn't understand. People had to sing, it was in the soul wasn't it?

He motioned for Alberto to take a seat nearby on some junk. "I don't mind if you watch. Yeah, I took Engineering. It's how I've been fixin' up the houses."

And now it came in useful for converting the speeder. He dropped back down to work on the underside, needing to disconnect the fuel tanks. "Gotta know how all the wirin' and plumbin' works."

His reaction—the fact that she managed to startle him—is funny to her, especially judging by the mischievous glint in her eyes. It's there for a second, and then gone again.

But Bocce—she assumes it's like her own native language, Dathomiri, that's only learned by inhabitants of Dathomir, if you grow up there. That must be what they speak on Tattooine.

"I have been working on a project with Tony Stark," she replies, straight-forward as always. He's right about her not being much of a tinkerer—that's exactly why she went to Tony for help on this... little project of hers.

Cobb's eyebrows went up in surprise. Merrin and Stark working together? He would've assumed Stark would be too... much of a personality for Merrin to tolerate him well. Shows what he knew about her.

"Yeah?" he asked as he leaned against his speeder. "What are you two workin' on?"

It was obvious that his own project was fixing his speeder. He didn't feel like he needed to explain that to her. She was smart enough to put two and two together, especially when the work was obvious.

"I don't know. Maybe? My dad didn't." And there was the implication that Alberto didn't really know a lot of people back home. He didn't hang around other sea monsters much and even after meeting Luca, they played and danced but never sang anything. "Who taught you to sing?"

He didn't have to be told twice, and flopped down where Cobb had motioned to, legs crossed and resting his arms on the knees. "Makes sense, it's very practical to have. Everything in this city needs fixing. All the vehicles in your world are like that speeder? Everything flies?"

"My whole family and the other people we lived with," he said with a little hum. It was hard for him to imagine a community that didn't sing. "We would all get together and sing during important holidays. I learned a lot of songs."

There were never any formal lessons but Cobb had learned to sing with everyone else. He grew up listening to it before he could sing himself. Music was always a part of life.

"Speeders don't fly. They hover. I can't get out of the atmosphere with this." He knocked his knuckles against the speeder. "There's a difference."

Tony is definitely... a lot to take, and she doesn't understand what's going through his head half the time—or more—but hey. Despite all odds, she actually does tolerate him well. It probably doesn't hurt that he's been surprisingly helpful with this project, not to mention very informative on the topic of human mating rituals.

But anyway... the question makes her hesitate for just a split second, her gaze averting and fingers curling and uncurling at her sides in an involuntary sort of way. "It is a necklace. He is fashioning the setting for the stone."

All of that is very true. She just doesn't mention the fact that the necklace is a gift for Cal—why would she? It's not a big deal or anything.

The corner of Echo's mouth tics. "Just the usual. No one around here follows any formal kind of protocol. You can't expect them to." Not exactly ranting, but stating the obvious Cobb might already know. "At least some folks have enough sense to not run headlong into the unknown..."

Hearing about the kids cemented that fact, leaving him to frown thoughtfully because their escapades led to a positive outcome. "Give them a challenge and they'll work at it," he murmured, absently scratching the right side of his head. "Can the metals be put to use, then?"

Another pause. The clone's brow creased. "Maybe they forgot." There was no denial. No disagreement.

Cobb wasn't as worried about protocol as Echo. He did worry about folks getting hurt because they didn't think before doing something. He understood the frustration the other man must feel being in the military like he was. "Yeah, not sure what task to give 'em that'll keep them busy and out of trouble. Got Alberto fishing for us. Sort of hoped Grogu would be too busy with Jedi trainin' to cause any trouble. Not sure what to do about the rest of 'em."

Maybe they could all put their heads together and figure it out. Cobb had nothing against putting the kids to work. Nothing back breaking or dangerous but something to make them feel useful.

"Or willfully forgot." Cobb shrugged. "You and me, we're used to folks watchin' us all the time, aren't we? We don't forget that."

Cobb had his masters. Echo had his commanders.

"That'll be nice." Cobb assumed it was for her. She already wore some jewelry. She must have found something pretty around town and wanted to wear it. "There are some nice stones in the mines if you want more."

Because everyone liked something shiny, right? Nothing to be ashamed of there.

"How've you been? Haven't seen you around for awhile." Cobb kept an eye on a few people, those he cared about the most, and noticed her missing. It had started to worry him a little.

Had she gone back? Cobb would be glad she was free but damn, he would've missed her. He was relieved to see that wasn't the case.

"Only keeps them busy for so long," Echo lightly countered. "And we can't really control what everyone else does with their time. If they can be smart about their approach, then there's nothing to worry about."

It was easier bouncing plans and preparation off of commanding officers. And as far as he knew, more than half of the people in Temba were civilians. Common sense wasn't a shared trait, but he felt better when others showed as much.

Willfully forgetting was a possibility they couldn't write off, either. The way Cobb worded the question caught his attention, the slightest lift of his brow returning to furrow at the insinuation. "...No. We don't."

He didn't ask aloud, but he was easy to read.

"Kids aren't smart. They're kids. They gotta grow into smart." Cobb didn't think any of the kids had hard childhoods like this. Grogu was a mystery but Alberto was bright and happy. He definitely didn't know the ugliness Cobb knew growing up.

There was no one else around, though Stark might be somewhere in the forge itself. Just the two of them. Cobb leaned against his speeder and tapped a finger against the scar on his forehead.

"You asked me about this once, brother. It's how I recognized the scar on you. I had a chip in me too." He looked down at the part in his hand for a moment and then back at Echo. "You had Commanders. I had Masters. And we couldn't tell 'em no because of the chip."

He wasn't a well educated man but he could put clues together. He could figure out a few things just from talking with Echo.

"While I'm worried about the children, I meant it more for the adults." The latter grew up in wildly different circumstances, after all, and they were further along in 'maturity' than the former.

That line of thought then passed as he stared at the prominent scar on the side of the Marshall's head, clearly recalling the moment he first asked about it.

Maybe it was the frankness of the delivery that lent a hand in knocking that piece of information into place, leaving him without a response. A small voice in the back of his head wanted to deny it, but the evidence and the knowledge that had been revealed to him so far said otherwise.

In being a good soldier, he had always followed orders. Or tried to. That was expected of him.

"...For how long?"

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"It's too late for the adults. They'll have to learn lessons the hard way." Cobb would do what he could to protect and help them but in the end they were adults and their choices were their own.

People not from Tatooine or the Outer Rim always seemed surprised when he talked about it. The Core Worlds were so far removed from the reality of slavery that it was a hard thing to hear.

"Forty years." It was almost his entire life. Cobb didn't think that needed explaining. Echo was a smart man. "You got yours out young. Plenty of time for you to get used to sayin' no. Trust me, feels real good to do it."

Surprised was a word for it. The actual feeling was indescribable, slowly numbing over after the initial gut punch came and went. He knew slavery was outlawed in the Republic, but...that was the Republic. They had a war to fight.

Forty years for a normal human being was a long time, but it was an extension of time that the clone couldn't begin to wrap his head around. Not at his age.

Letting his gaze drop off, he nodded. "I think I've been on my way with that," he quietly admitted, absently tracing the scarred line with his fingers. "It just might take a while."

She tilts her head to one side. "It wouldn't be hard to teach. Once we have skins to work with, I could definitely use help washing and scraping them. It's not hard, but it is time-consuming, so more hands would make for quicker work. We'll have to pick a good bone for you to use as a scraper, though. They're always rough at first."

She pulls her own out, showing it to him--it's smooth, discolored from the oil she works into the hides. "This is the one thing that came with me from my world, and I'm glad for it, even if a knife or bow might have been more useful."

"I don't mind gettin' my hands dirty." He had slaughtered a glownie for meat and butchered it without hesitation. Cobb imagined getting skins ready would be just as bloody.

He nodded his head towards the scrapper and held out a hand. "Can I?" He wouldn't take it if she said no but he'd like to get a closer look at it.

"I can make a decent shiv. Not quite as useful as a proper knife but it gets the job done. If you want somethin' sharp," he offered. He'd made something basic for Alberto already, sharpening a piece of metal into a nice point. He could make something for her.

She hands off the scraper with a bit of a laugh. "Cayde lent me a knife that we both know he won't be getting back, at the beach party. That's where I found the silk spiders, first, in the caves near there. So I'm good on that. He's also the one who made my current bow. It's not quite as good as Redlance's, but he had certain advantages in crafting his."

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"Yeah, he's got a few of those." Cobb chuckled as he ran his fingers over the scraper, feeling how smooth and worn it was. Yeah, he didn't have anything like this among the tools he'd collected around town.

"What makes the bone so good for the job?" he asked as he handed it back. He was already thinking of where he might be able to find bone. A lot of the glownie bones had gone into soup stock and he'd roasted the marrow of out some of the bigger ones.

There might be some worth digging up though. If he could remember where he'd buried them. It was away from down to discourage predators sniffing around.

"You don't want metal to pierce the hides, and wood wears down too easily and absorbs the oils. Bone, it'll shape with you over time, taking more or less pressure. It'll start out rough, but eventually, it'll feel perfect in your hands. Like an extension of them, really."

Of course, hers may have been in use for fifty years or more, so more time to get to know it.

"Huh." Cobb ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he thought about it. It all made sense.

He chuckled and gave her a knowing look. "How much do you think people will worry if I start askin' around for where to get some bones?"

Because most people here were not practical people. They didn't understand that sometimes survival was messy and hard. It was real damn hard sometimes.

Moonshade returns that look with an impish one of her own. Impish is always a good look on elves.

"I dare you to ask on the network, just to see how people respond." Because there's no way she doesn't want to see the responses. She's betting some people will be weirder about it than others--Simba was weird about leather itself, as a concept.

Cobb laughed and shook a finger at her. "Knew I liked you for more than your practical skills. Give me a day, I'll get a message out there. I've got some bones I buried I can check if I can find 'em."

But he'd probably do the message anyway just to see what people did. Just because he and Moonshade could laugh about it together.

"Folks gonna have all sorts of questions."

"That's half the fun. A good rib bone is always a solid place to start, if you have a chance at finding one."

She looks thoughtful. "There's other things I could use help with, too you know. I'm in this factory because of the silk spiders next door."

"I didn't use every bone from the glownies I butchered. If I can find where I buried 'em I'll get a rib bone." Cobb had a decent idea but all the trees here looked the same to him. He might not find it.

He looked around the factory and the set up she had. Cobb wasn't familiar with silk but he sort of understood the process. Looked like washing and dyeing bantha wool.

"You'd have to teach me this stuff too." He gestured to all the silk and vats. "But I'll give you the extra set of hands when I've got the time."

"The only reason I know it is because of the Agriculture datapoint--I'm not sure how much I can teach about the theory. But I can walk you through the basic steps, at least."

At least for the silk preparation. Dying, she knew about already, and was quite skilled with. Unfortunately, she hadn't found anything but the spitpods, with their pink-to-red-to-purple tones for colors yet. A nice rich brown or green would be nice to have.

"Only one way to find out." Cobb shrugged. He was pretty confident in Moonshade's ability to teach. Folks who lived communally like she did were much better at teaching in his opinion.

He ran a hand through his hair - which he really ought to cut soon - as he considered everything. "Unless you can think up another way I can help you? I'm always willin' to lend a hand."

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