Sorry, I don't speak Science
Fri Oct 20, 2017 21:08

“What, you think I lie?” Ruben fired back, grinning. “Ja, actual jelly. Grape. I have a theory,” now that was a phrase he most often heard or used in conversations with Holland, but it seemed appropriate now, “that when RMI was being made, some of the… construction people? Architecture people?” A shrug demonstrated that he had no idea what to call wizards who worked in building design and layouts and actually making the spaces. Obviously someone filled that role and the school hadn’t poofed itself into existence, because only a boring human brain could come up with such a boring idea as RMI. (Being located underground was hardly creative; he’d heard of a school somewhere in Africa that was underground too but, like, way up high on a mountain, which was at least aesthetically more interesting than being underneath a Muggle shopping street. Even if that street included the best ice-cream parlour he had been to since coming to America. Now, if RMI had been located under the ice-cream parlour instead of some silly bookstore…)

“Whoever it was,” he continued, “they must have realized that so many students stuck down here would get very old in a very fast way. And so they have gifted us with a real-ish outside, with random reminders that it is really only -ish.” Whether or not Ruben actually believed this theory he had just gone on about was unknown and also did not matter even to him, because whether it was accurate or not did not matter. Maybe the unpredictable weather had been an accident - he wouldn’t be surprised, because dumb Americans. Or maybe it was caused by the poltergeist that was rumoured to haunt some parts of the school - now that would be hilarious. Leave it to RMI’s administration to be bested by a spirit. “Too bad there is no forecasting person to warn us of the next random storm. But I guess that would be too easy for growing plants, and easy is not fun enough.” He snickered at that, one blue eye winking at her.

Absently flicking off a fly that had landed on his arm, Ruben hummed thoughtfully as she went on about sugar beets. Wait a second. “You can make sugar from them? Actual sugar?” Okay, the ‘actual’ had been kind of a tease, but that was interesting. “I did not know that.” Though if he was being honest, he had never really thought about how sugar was produced. The most recent time he had used sugar was when he was baking with Dagny over the Christmas break, and prior to that, baking with Dagny over the summer. Baking was the only time sugar was needed, really. Coffee was best served black, and most anything else he cooked, like fish or whatever, used more flavourful seasonings.

“...But smoking tobacco definitely causes cancer.”

Not necessarily ‘definitely’, he was inclined to point out, even more so due to the irony that was currently in his hoodie pouch. His carton of Dödspinnar (i.e. Death Sticks) were marketed on that very angle, because who wouldn’t seize the chance to challenge the Reaper? That was like, basically the whole point of smoking, to be edgy and cocky, both features that the blonde prided himself on. But Glasses Farmgirl was still going on and on, this time about how evil the cigarette industry was. Countering her again just seemed an opening for more argument-debate. Ruben was always down for an argument-debate, because it was a good way to test out how people thought and vibed, but he felt like he had a pretty rigid sense of who she was already. So. Meh.

“Alright. It’s your garden.” His agreement came easily, but he was already filing this away as another side-project he might be able to sneak out of this club. Though the booze took priority, obviously. Alcohol in America was less expensive and also less regulated than in the Scandic North, but homegrown would be even less, and that was always a benefit. Stretching one arm over his head, he took a second, brief look over her. “So, what do I call you?” he quizzed, changing the topic. “I know you are new and international and Not Aquila, so clearly we share some things, at least, but I do not remember your name.”

  • Ludus supra praemium - Myffi, Wed Oct 18 08:59
    Okay fine, Ruben did make a valid point about a serious obstacle that Myffi had been doing her best to overlook. Nothing about the climate at RMI was natural, because it was, in fact, underground and ... more
    • Sorry, I don't speak Science - Ruben, Fri Oct 20 21:08
      • That would be Latin - Myffi, Mon Oct 23 07:41
        “Yes, actual sugar,” Myffi replied through a chuckle. Ruben was probably one of the masses who didn’t give any through to where his food came from, like sugar just existed rather than being grown and ... more
        • Sure, if you say so - Ruben, Wed Oct 25 22:26
          Her quickness to grant him some sort of ownership over the garden was amusing to Ruben, if not appreciated in the way he suspected she thought it should be. Nope, the direction of his thoughts was... more
          • I'm smart, you're dumb - Myffi, Sat Oct 28 15:22
            Ruden didn’t seem at all bothered that she called him on her reputation. In fact he seemed sort of proud of it to be honest. This time he was definitely mocking her when he folded his arms too. Myffi ... more
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