"See, that's why it's interesting. There's so little to being a slime, it's hard to imagine being so... simple."
"I think if there was another Anila out there... I don't know. So much can change a person." Would her Jedi training be an important distinction? Would it count as a version of herself without it. "I think the sense of humor is essential though. Stick in the mud is definitely a different person entirely."
"Guess it also depends on how sentient a slime we're talking about, here." No, Donnie does not look that intrigued enough to try imagining life as a slime himself.
"Penchant to snack during any occasion?" he proposes, grinning crookedly.
"Well obviously you have to be sentient enough to recognize yourself as a slime, otherwise it just doesn't work," she says matter-of-factly.
The tholothian looks down at the back in her hand and then grins. "You got me with that one," she chuckles with a playful nudge to his shoulder. She pours the remaining crumbs into her mouth and then crumples the bag back into her pocket.
"No no, you're missing the point. The thought exercise is that you're a sentient slime so that you're aware of being a slime and what it's like. Otherwise there isn't a point."
She snorts. "Maybe now I just know where to eat my snacks. Or I can teach your brothers to broaden their horizons."
Anila shakes her head, tentacles swaying. "Nuh-uh! I'll clean up my own messes but I'm not here to be you--" She pauses suddenly and tilts her head at him, a little confused.
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"See, that's why it's interesting. There's so little to being a slime, it's hard to imagine being so... simple."
"I think if there was another Anila out there... I don't know. So much can change a person." Would her Jedi training be an important distinction? Would it count as a version of herself without it. "I think the sense of humor is essential though. Stick in the mud is definitely a different person entirely."
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"Penchant to snack during any occasion?" he proposes, grinning crookedly.
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"Well obviously you have to be sentient enough to recognize yourself as a slime, otherwise it just doesn't work," she says matter-of-factly.
The tholothian looks down at the back in her hand and then grins. "You got me with that one," she chuckles with a playful nudge to his shoulder. She pours the remaining crumbs into her mouth and then crumples the bag back into her pocket.
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He smirks. "If I find crumbs around here I know who the culprit is. At least my brothers keep their messes to the kitchen and rec center."
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"No no, you're missing the point. The thought exercise is that you're a sentient slime so that you're aware of being a slime and what it's like. Otherwise there isn't a point."
She snorts. "Maybe now I just know where to eat my snacks. Or I can teach your brothers to broaden their horizons."
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Donnie snorts then. "If that's a volunteer for vacuuming duties then by all means, Anila Bean."
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Anila shakes her head, tentacles swaying. "Nuh-uh! I'll clean up my own messes but I'm not here to be you--" She pauses suddenly and tilts her head at him, a little confused.
"Anila Bean? My name is Mana... Anila Mana."