“Yes! I guess you’re pretty astute to think of that! Not many trolls would, given not many are interested,” Panili laughed.
She fussed with her jumper, pursing her lips as she watched Tsarzi peruse. Frankly, she was gitting a bit of performance anxiety in front of the put-together troll. But, it was nice to speak with someone who seemed on top of what was going on. It saved her the same explanation that she had to give to curious leytrolls.
“We generally market our materials to the average troll, so even though the wording in our materials may be plainer than you’d like we refuse to isolate those less – ah – enlightened! Than yourself. Fostering ideals can be useful for a troll of any background, you see. It’s much easier to reach out to folks when you’re coming at them on their same level. Especially if your blood’s on the warm side, the appeal to hospitality and familiarity outweighs logistics for the average troll.”
She gave Tsarzi a thumbs up – a sort of disclaimer for the group. Hopefully the troll would find others she could appreciate among them, but the crew was certainly not as eloquent (or patient) with extended philosophical dialogue.
“You can take as much time as you’d like! We’re getting mail set up now at the settlement, so in the meantime you can contact me at my own hive… Here’ll, I’ll write it down.” She procured a writing implement and started scratching her information on one of the pamphlets. “I’m Panili! Panili Synemn. It’s great to meet you! What’s your name, if I may ask?”
She penned the final stroke and cheerily handed over her information. “Oh, and commuting is fine. I’m actually located in Busthind, too! Not sure when I’ll be moving down permanently. We could hitch a ride together some time if you’d like.”
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((Responding to Sephos! I’m gonna say this is taking place at a different time, because they’re very different conversations – ahaha.))
“Oh…! I’m sure they are. Thanks so much. I hope your lusus is okay. Shmothma has weird moments sometimes, too, but that’s just ‘cos she’s not all there most of the time.”
The name Nucleo popped up and she brightened. “I’m glad you’ve got a good friend to help out! He seems like a good one to look after Maku. Let me know if you need anything from us – friends gotta help friends out!”
Was that it? She shuffled behind the counter, unsure what to do next. Sephos wasn’t usually so talkative, but it wasn’t unwelcome. In the meantime she went to put away the nuts, making herself busy.
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