[ Robby lets it go, and he can see the kindness of that; it's an unexpected moment of relief in a world that seems to love grilling him. John tips his head in acknowledgment of the safer topic, the ease of a common enemy in the landscape itself. ]
If there was a takeover, [ he says, mild as a man remarking on the weather, ] I'm sure it was very spooky. Pthumerian infighting, probably.
[ He tips a hand to the mushrooms, and Robby here retrieving them. ]
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If there was a takeover, [ he says, mild as a man remarking on the weather, ] I'm sure it was very spooky. Pthumerian infighting, probably.
[ He tips a hand to the mushrooms, and Robby here retrieving them. ]
The kind of thing they send us to deal with.