[the look rei gives quincy at the proffered watermelon is scathing. with what hand is he supposed to hold it, quincy? his dick isn't big enough to be considered a third arm like yours. he's a slow eater when he's explaining shit, okay? he maneuvers the other chunk of watermelon so it's cradled in his arm, freeing up his hand to take the offered piece. fuck you quincy.]

You stay here and fuck like once a month so you don't get turned into stone. Don't worry, I haven't tried it. [eyeroll.] But I know it's happened to people here.

The Grand Sorcerer was here before I was, and disappeared shortly before I arrived myself. But knowing him, it's not likely he turned to stone, right? So there are some circumstances where you turn to stone anyway, but I've yet to uncover the reason for that. The resort hosts frequent "games" - maybe he lost one of them.

[he shrugs and bites into his watermelon hell. some lifeguards look his way at his tasty treat, but one glare from him, a king, and they cower, not daring to upset him and potentially get a complaint.]

I plan to stay for a bit longer. There's a lot of different people here from different worlds with fascinating variations of essence. I want to research into as much of them as possible before heading back. If you end up sticking around too, you can take my bed. It's pretty comfortable but I don't really use it. [he sleeps on his desk, the floor, or his and olivine's fuck couch, lmao.]