[Which isn't a judgement, just an observation. It'd be stupid to judge; he himself ends up there, in the end. He slips past Bruno-- and here comes Chariot, floating above his user, peering at Bruno.]
So. Pine or spruce.
[He knows pine, at least, and fortunately, there's a fair few of them towards the edges of the forest. He nods Chariot towards a likely looking one, and-- well, his Chariot wasn't built for cutting trees, but the blade is sharp and it's not going to dull anytime soon, so soon he's at work, slashing at the base of the tree in short, precise cuts. And as he works, he glances over at Bruno.]
Thanks, by the way. For doing this with me.
[It's a bit of an indulgence, for all neither of them actually has anything but time.]
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[Which isn't a judgement, just an observation. It'd be stupid to judge; he himself ends up there, in the end. He slips past Bruno-- and here comes Chariot, floating above his user, peering at Bruno.]
So. Pine or spruce.
[He knows pine, at least, and fortunately, there's a fair few of them towards the edges of the forest. He nods Chariot towards a likely looking one, and-- well, his Chariot wasn't built for cutting trees, but the blade is sharp and it's not going to dull anytime soon, so soon he's at work, slashing at the base of the tree in short, precise cuts. And as he works, he glances over at Bruno.]
Thanks, by the way. For doing this with me.
[It's a bit of an indulgence, for all neither of them actually has anything but time.]