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.
"HIIIIII," says the small food.
Oh! It has already practiced this one! Hhhhhhhhahhhhhiiiii. Hhhhhhaiii.
The small food puts both its hands on its own chest and says something. There are several sounds in it all smushed together, kkk and lllll and eeeeee and ohhhhh.
"Yeah! Cleo!" says the smallfood. And then some more stuff, pointing energetically at floatfriend.
Iiiiiiiaaaaaahhhhhh, Khhhhhhhhlliiiiiiiohhh? Iiiiiiiiiaaahhhhhh. What's something non-home foods say a lot. Hhhhhhhhehhhhhllllllllllohhh. Hhhhehhlllllllohh iiiiiahhhh khhhlllllllllliohhhh.
"Hello!" And then the sounds with the wuh and the tsss and the yoh and the nemmm.
!! The smallfood can also copy words, and into foodly forms at that !!
Hhhhhelllllllllllloohhhhhh.
"Hello! I'm Cleo! What's your name?" it repeats, pointing at itself and then floatfriend.
Hhhhhhhhhhhhehhllllohh ahhhhhhhh - ahhhhhiiiiiiiiim khhlliiiiohh - hhhhhh. Hhhhhuhhhh. Hhhhhhhhuuuuhhhdssssss - hh. This pattern is very complicated.
The small food is consternated about this, and then pats the window and says "window", and picks up a book and says "book", and grabs its ponytail and says "hair", and touches the floor and says "carpet", and then points at itself and says "Cleo" again, and then points at floatfriend.
. . . . windowpat hhhhhhhhhinnnnnndohhhhhhh. . . . sponge . . . procure . . . oooooooookhhhhh. Spongehide hoodgrab hhhhhhhhhrr.
Khhhlio.
"Sponge!" Cleo says when the sponge comes out.
The smallfood runs from the window and gets another sponge, though this one is a different color. "Sponge!"
"Yeah! Sponge! Cleo's sponge, your sponge." Point point.
Cleo will mirror this with its sponge.
Ssbunch. It takes its sponge away and places its other hand against the other sponge through the window. Khhhhhhhliohhhzzzzbundge. It holds its own sponge with both hands. Iiiiiiiiiiorhhhhh ssspunch.
Cleo's head goes up and down, and then it starts naming more objects in the apartment. Eventually it tries drawing a sponge, and identifies this as a picture of a sponge, and then points expectantly at the picture of the floatfriend and says "picture of....?"
"Ihgruv?" attempts Cleo.
"Picture of sponge," Cleo says, again, pointing at the picture of the sponge, and then again at the black shape. "Picture of...."
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