[He's surprised, but it isn't a violent startle; life in Zion hasn't lent itself to real paranoia in awhile. And William was never very good at maintaining that level of vigilance, anyway. He looks up first, watches her descend the tree. She seems good at climbing trees. He's duly impressed.]
Why not?
[He twists his head down to look at the mushrooms in questions. They're brown, like the luxury items they used to sell back in his world, to the rich. He maybe ate them twice in his life-- rich and musky in flavor.] I was going to make some awesome fucking soup. [He has no idea how to make proper soup. Not even with mushrooms that won't kill you.]
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Why not?
[He twists his head down to look at the mushrooms in questions. They're brown, like the luxury items they used to sell back in his world, to the rich. He maybe ate them twice in his life-- rich and musky in flavor.] I was going to make some awesome fucking soup. [He has no idea how to make proper soup. Not even with mushrooms that won't kill you.]