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.
Cleo's head tilts to the side, watching this. It exchanges some mediocresounds with the larger food.
Cleo picks up the book and opens it up and starts reading out loud, turning it so floatfriend can see the pictures.
And the insides of the book are the same fragile flat things as the ones in the church, which are also the same as the pictureofs?
Yup!
It is SO smart. Basically everything else about this is still extremely mysterious though.
Bhoohhhhhk, pihhctcherrhhhhhuhv, bhooook, it declares when the Cleo pauses.
"Yeah, it's a picture book!"
"Yeah! Should I read it again?"
"Oh, okay." It puts the book down and goes back to teaching clapping game patterns.
Floatfriend doesn't join in this time, just keeps holding its hand flat against the window.
Cleo stops after a bit and mirrors the hand, but it's getting slightly less tasty - not in a homefood way, in a different direction.
Very carefully: Iiiiiiiohhhr, hhhhhinnnndohhhh, khhhliohh.
Boohhhhhhk, phhhighghghtcherhhhhhuv, bhhhhhhhookhhh.
"This is the window. We're both touching the window. That's the picture book," she points with her free hand.
"Win-dow."
"W-ih-n-doh. Window."
"Yeah!" Cleo jumps up and down.
"Yeah! This is the window!" It's getting tastier again.
Pat pat pat pat the thewindow. Thhhhhewhhhhindohhh. Thhhhhhisssizzzhhhh. Thihhsiz thhewhinnndoh.
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