His thread- posted about a minute ago- has received so far a single commenter proposing they pass it off as street magic and busk for donations. Max decides this is unlikely to pay useful dividends, and that given Pyay's impatience with demonstrating mweelsrow it would hardly be a good fit anyway. He may, he muses, have to wait at least five minutes for commenters who'll think about the problem for five minutes.
...He wonders about her mouse supply. She discarded several dead ones, earlier, and he doesn't know whether that's normal and if she'll need to buy more mice on top of food, later.
"Uh, mouse..." Both of the linguists are gone- he's back to having to puzzle out how to phrase things. He doesn't know if she knows "die" or "new"...
"Your mice sleep, but... before, hours, maaso, mice... dead, mice..." He takes a scrap of paper and draws a mouse lying on its back with Xs in its eyes. He's not sure it's recognizable, so he draws a live mouse next to it for contrast.
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...He wonders about her mouse supply. She discarded several dead ones, earlier, and he doesn't know whether that's normal and if she'll need to buy more mice on top of food, later.
"Uh, mouse..." Both of the linguists are gone- he's back to having to puzzle out how to phrase things. He doesn't know if she knows "die" or "new"...
"Your mice sleep, but... before, hours, maaso, mice... dead, mice..." He takes a scrap of paper and draws a mouse lying on its back with Xs in its eyes. He's not sure it's recognizable, so he draws a live mouse next to it for contrast.