So, the food here is good, but mostly in that it's stable and available and that very very occasionally someone gets a full meal. It's not, like, actually very particularly yummy. There's the food-food, which are basically always boring in nearly the same ways, and then there's the food that you're only supposed to nibble the teeeeeniest bit on, which are more interesting in general but still get pretty old after a while.
It's time to see what else is out there.
This has the opposite effect; the busker throws the violin into the case with the accumulated colorful paper and bolts.
The busker boards the next bus to come by after sprinting for a couple blocks.
Thaaaaaat does not look like something it would be very smart to go inside. It'll hover along over the top of it until the busker comes out.
The busker gets out three stops later and looks around and spots the sponge. Points at it, drawing the attention of more foods.
The other foods lose interest after a minute. The busker is still agitated but no longer able to enlist the attention of passersby. It continues on its way, briskly.
Follow follow follow the busker. And ponder.
Foods seem really interested in the sponge, which makes sense because sponges are the best object (except maybe the wooden empty wobble; that requires further examination). But they don't really seem interested in the same way that it's interested in sponges, and . . . there's something more that it can almost put together but isn't quite managing.
Hm. Very mysterious.
With the sponge up its sleeves no foods pay attention to it while it follows the busker, who is having to tromp through a fair amount of city to make up for having gotten on the wrong bus.
It keeps an eye out for interesting things along the way but doesn't really intend to divert its path about any of them.
Things to not divert its path about include a bakery, a curry shop, a mosque, large quantities of pigeons, and a light misting from the sky.
Maybe it will go back to some of those later. The misting is kind of nice (and, depending on precisely how light it is, might have a visible figure-shaped hole drifting through it).
A hole in the mist is less conspicuous than a floating sponge against most backdrops.
The busker, at long last, admits itself into a flat above a drugstore.
. . . . It's not afraid of going in buildings but maybe it will. Just wait a little while before the next time it tries that, how about. It's nice enough out here. And there are windows for it to look in anyways.
There are windows! They have curtains but some of them aren't closed all the way and the curtains aren't thoroughly opaque; it can watch the busker flop on a couch and open the violin case and count up the colorful paper and metal shapes.
If the busker looks liable to keep at that for a while, it'll go check some other windows in this and adjacent buildings.
Other windows reveal:
- foods putting lumps in their faces
- a couple of foods dancing together
- a food making a fabric out of yarn with sticks
- a food training a puppy to sit
:0 knitting pt. 2, but also dancing! It floats back and forth between those two, trying to divine their secrets, and occasionally flits back over to the busker to make sure it hasn't switched to doing something interesting.
The busker is now making mediocresounds into a device.
That's worth checking on occasionally but not watching full-time. It copies the dancers and tries REALLY HARD to understand knitting. It feels like it should make sense! But it doesn't yet.
The knitter continues without making the slightest effort to cause this activity to be more comprehensible at all. The dancers settle down to a candlelight dinner.
Are the things they put in their faces lumps or some other manner of object?
They are a mixture of lumps and strings and goop.
Nope.
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