Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Being able to indulge in a complete lack of control the previous night made me wish to indulge myself but that was not reasonable.
My people did not behave that way…and never in public.
Somehow my mate understood my struggle but all it took was one firm glance to settle my behavior and improve my ability to control my emotions.
Good.
That was his job and he understood his role…and I hoped he remembered it later when it came to finding a reason to explore funishments.
But it was not the time to distract myself or my mate with those kinds of thoughts.
My mate needed all of his focus to deal with the historians and those who studied the different aspects of our history. Humans used scientific methods to search for details in how the world was organized in the past, but we had not done the same.
Our thoughts were always on how magic could be used and not the more human ways of doing things. Before I had read my books, I would have said magic would always provide an answer, but I was starting to understand why human processes weren’t always a bad thing.
We had studied magic using a variety of methods and had never come up with dino nuggets.
Or tater tots.
The list of wonderful books we had not created was also amazing, and as we approached the conference room, I could not help but wonder if our magic had helped or hindered us.
But those thoughts would have to wait…we had work to do that did not involve overthinking our entire way of life.
Chapter 18
Agent Murphy
“Please help yourself” was probably the scariest sentence a diplomat could ever hear in a foreign land.
The second was “I have a daughter.”
Everyone seemed proud of their ability to feed the outsiders, so I wasn’t surprised when basic introductions were quick and we were led over to a buffet table that I could’ve seen at countless meetings and conferences.
It was nice to see that some things didn’t change no matter where I ended up, but it was another of those things that was just odd.
Thankfully, I had Klynn who wouldn’t leave me confused or looking stupid and took control. “We have several forms of semi-flightless birds who have been domesticated. I think the darker yellow eggs would be closest to the chicken eggs that your people consume for breakfast.”
As I nodded and reached for the serving spoon, one that thankfully didn’t seem magical in any way, Klynn turned to the history geeks that were pretending they weren’t studying me while studying me.
Nothing would be as awkward as the doctors, though, so I was grateful these guys just wanted to talk about the history of our planets.
“As most of you understand, Earth is divided up into nation states and each of those has a variety of regions. The regions themselves can also be broken down and may eat different foods for breakfast.” Klynn’s tone was professional but I had a feeling he was thinking about all the books he’d read. “There are some cultures that consume nothing but sweets and the stimulant coffee, and others where tea and rice-based dishes are normal.”
As I shifted to psyching myself up for the odd-looking bacon type product next to the eggs, Klynn paused and studied the men studying us. “There is a subsection of historians who study food from different cultures and how eating has changed on Earth.”
I saw them all go still out of the corner of my eye but didn’t remark on it as I took a roll that was thankfully familiar. I was a bit tired of being an interesting bug, so I turned to Klynn. “What would you like? I’m sure they’ll have more questions for us when we’re all sitting down.”
Because there was too much food for just me.
Yes.
A bit of social prompting finally got everyone moving and conversations sprang up more naturally around us. There was a mix of English and the local language coming from the different groups, but it seemed most people were practicing their English which was helpful for me.
Eavesdropping only worked when everyone spoke a similar language.
There was nothing that caught my attention for negative reasons, though. Most were actually talking about work topics and the few who’d strayed into more interesting territory were trying to figure out if they should include kink-related topics in the Earth history notes they were compiling.
I wasn’t going to volunteer my thoughts on that one but I could help in a variety of other ways as long as they stuck with broad subjects.
I was not a history major, much less a history expert.
“Would it be polite to ask for experts in specific fields going forward?” One tall man who looked like he frowned all the time was trying to be subtle, but unfortunately the room got quiet right as he asked the question.