If we knew what their young looked like, it would be a start. Or the spice may be the residue of their prey, or - well, their residue, in one way or another. They're connected, the spice and the worms. I still wish I knew exactly how.
I wish we had them here. Did you know that they can be ridden?
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[Paul isn't laughing at Kainé. He's not laughing at anything in particular as he sets down his shot glass and rubs at the corner of his eye, incidentally smudging his eyeliner further. It's just a soft, pleasant sound that tapers off as he draws himself a bit more wholly together, focusing on what's important:
Ecological conjecture.]
If we knew what their young looked like, it would be a start. Or the spice may be the residue of their prey, or - well, their residue, in one way or another. They're connected, the spice and the worms. I still wish I knew exactly how.
I wish we had them here. Did you know that they can be ridden?
[As if there is even the slightest chance that Kainé would know that.]