If green space goo won't kill me, then neither will space milk.
[ At least she's pretty adventurous. She fishes a glass out of one of the cupboards for herself, along with some utensils for their make-shift dinner. Or is it lunch? She honestly has no idea what time it is. She snags the milk from him and pours herself a glass. Part way through, she pauses and then decides to ask the question that's been bouncing around her head. ]
So - we're... part of the same "brood" or something?
[ She's heard very vague explanations about that. ]
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[ At least she's pretty adventurous. She fishes a glass out of one of the cupboards for herself, along with some utensils for their make-shift dinner. Or is it lunch? She honestly has no idea what time it is. She snags the milk from him and pours herself a glass. Part way through, she pauses and then decides to ask the question that's been bouncing around her head. ]
So - we're... part of the same "brood" or something?
[ She's heard very vague explanations about that. ]