[Fort Weyr] Polana: the heeeeeeat
[Fort Weyr] Polana: the sun is trying to cook me
[Fort Weyr] Xavier: the sun isn't trying to cook you polana :P
[Fort Weyr] Polana: I disagree
[Fort Weyr] Borodin: Well, let's not be too hasty. I mean, has the sun tried dunking you in a marinade? Because, if so…
[Fort Weyr] Polana: I say sweat counts as marinade, so yes
[Fort Weyr] Borodin: …if… you say so. Remind me not to let you cook for me. o.O
[Fort Weyr] D'ani:*dies* XD
[Fort Weyr] D'ani: Maybe that's basting. In that case, in the words of Yoda, there is no try, only do. So Xavier wins.
[Fort Weyr] Polana: Okay, so the sun is cooking me
[Fort Weyr] Polana: Aww, Borodin, don't like blood sausage basted in sweat and 'blackened'?
[Fort Weyr] D'ani: Now if it eats you when you're done, I'll worry! XD
[Fort Weyr] Polana: Well, if it eats me it'll probably turn into a black hole
[Fort Weyr] Polana: So when I'm done we're all doomed
[Fort Weyr] Borodin: …uh. No? But I could take some salt pork roasted, thin sliced, and drizzled with olive oil on a bed of greens? For instance?
[Fort Weyr] Borodin: …or… what if I sweat the greens? Would that make it better?
[Fort Weyr] Polana: How about Galut?
[Fort Weyr] D'ani thinks you mean Balut, tho galut might be the sound you'd make trying to eat it?
[Fort Weyr] Polana: Yes, Balut!
[Fort Weyr] Polana: Would you take Balut, Borodin?
[Fort Weyr] Borodin: …that depends on to where.
[Fort Weyr] D'ani laughs!!