"Cool. I trip over things that don't exist without wings. I do it with them too, but less," says Cam, putting the flames back on. "And these are so cuddly."

"They are, it's true."

"Does Terraria have seasons?"

"No."

"Could've skipped my climate control. Should've asked first, oh well."

"If you cover your house in snow blocks, it'll get cold. If you cover it in sand blocks, it'll get warm."

"...Of course it will."

"Terraria," says Sable.

"Apparently!"

"Do you want to give me an extra tail so I can see if I can craft it into something wingish?"

"Sure, I can take mine off before I come over for lunch? Bonus points if you can make me a fire tail."

"That's the plan!"

"I'm kind of surprised that you're not - I don't know, clingier, after eight years of all NPCs all the time. I guess if you were the sort of person who desperately needed to socialize you wouldn't've held up this well, so you got used to the loneliness? But not the limited diet?"

"I'm. Well. I'm not sure about that."

"Hmm?"

"Complaining to myself about the food is a comforting pastime. Complaining to myself about the lack of real people... really isn't."

"Yeah. That's fair."

"So I'm not sure I'm really holding up all that well in principle, so much as I've... found my equilibrium."

"Am I wrecking your equilibrium? Should I have put my house on a different island and made you a refrigerator full of food?"

"No, this is fine. I'll adapt. I'm good at that."

"You've done very well here as far as I can tell."

"Thanks."

"Sheesh, when I was twelve I wasn't a demon yet and I was much worse at, as I mentioned, walking without tripping, I bet you something would have killed me inside of a week."

"And then I would've found a guide wandering around your island who'd call me 'Cam'. Well, that's a cheerful thought."