Lessons were hard to teach those as equipped as Guardians. Just the Ghost companions alone were enough to turn the most inept individual into a survivalist.
Those are not edible berries.
"What about these?"
Those have an abundance of a natural laxative but are edible. Though why you would inflict that upon yourself I can't really say.
"I wouldn't. I'd sure feed them to that big-headed, snobby creep, though," Mac muttered to himself, tossing aside the newly identified poop-berries. Sure he was mad at Uldren, but unlike the bitter Prince, Mac wasn't the vengeful sort. He wouldn't try getting back at the man without a really damn good reason.
"Are these okay?" the Guardian asked, holding up what looked like thick-shelled nuts. He'd heard that acorns were edible in one of his books, but the things he held seemed a bit big compared to acorns on Earth.
Scans suggest those are similar to walnuts.
"Walnuts? I've never had walnuts," the Awoken mused with a cheery smile, pleased to try something new and have a little good news in the tense situation. "Hey, why do you think he's so mad about the whole thing?" Mac asked, stuffing nuts and berries into parts of his backpack between picking up twigs and branches to start a fire, since that was always what they did in the books.
The books had cozy fireside romance, too, but there wasn't likely to be any of that in his near future, he mused gloomily.
His highness is probably concerned about the state of affairs back home. His sister is very important to him and the Queen was in a serious situation last time we received word about the Reef.
"Yeah but...all we have to do is loop around the wormhole things and get back to the time and place we left. That hologram guy even said that we don't really age or anything, hardly, so what's the problem? I've never failed him before. I'll get him home to his sister..." Mac mumbled, slumping on the spot and dumping the tinder at his feet near where he planned out a small camp space.
"Why does he always act like I'm a complete idiot? Huh? I don't get it. Here I am, busting my ass every day saving the galaxy like any other Guardian, no less accomplished and like...I can't catch a break. This guy treats me like a complete imbecile. What do I have to do to prove I'm not too stupid to share the air he breathes, sheesh."
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Those are not edible berries.
"What about these?"
Those have an abundance of a natural laxative but are edible. Though why you would inflict that upon yourself I can't really say.
"I wouldn't. I'd sure feed them to that big-headed, snobby creep, though," Mac muttered to himself, tossing aside the newly identified poop-berries. Sure he was mad at Uldren, but unlike the bitter Prince, Mac wasn't the vengeful sort. He wouldn't try getting back at the man without a really damn good reason.
"Are these okay?" the Guardian asked, holding up what looked like thick-shelled nuts. He'd heard that acorns were edible in one of his books, but the things he held seemed a bit big compared to acorns on Earth.
Scans suggest those are similar to walnuts.
"Walnuts? I've never had walnuts," the Awoken mused with a cheery smile, pleased to try something new and have a little good news in the tense situation. "Hey, why do you think he's so mad about the whole thing?" Mac asked, stuffing nuts and berries into parts of his backpack between picking up twigs and branches to start a fire, since that was always what they did in the books.
The books had cozy fireside romance, too, but there wasn't likely to be any of that in his near future, he mused gloomily.
His highness is probably concerned about the state of affairs back home. His sister is very important to him and the Queen was in a serious situation last time we received word about the Reef.
"Yeah but...all we have to do is loop around the wormhole things and get back to the time and place we left. That hologram guy even said that we don't really age or anything, hardly, so what's the problem? I've never failed him before. I'll get him home to his sister..." Mac mumbled, slumping on the spot and dumping the tinder at his feet near where he planned out a small camp space.
"Why does he always act like I'm a complete idiot? Huh? I don't get it. Here I am, busting my ass every day saving the galaxy like any other Guardian, no less accomplished and like...I can't catch a break. This guy treats me like a complete imbecile. What do I have to do to prove I'm not too stupid to share the air he breathes, sheesh."