<span style="color: #b30000">"I will consider it. For now let's enjoy celebrating Ibara and her life instead of worrying about me and mine, okay?" </span>Machinist frowned at Korgna and just like Nalo and Animus, she summoned a handful of screens around herself and began to sort through unreadable data.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"Taste... taste buds. Sour, sweet, salty, bitter... Okay, I think I understand."</span>She dispelled the screens and took another bite of her bread and her expression lit up.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"Do you mortals eat all the time? This is good, I think." </span>Ras watched Ibara for a moment and put his fork down.<span style="color: #336600"> "It was just a joke because you said- never mind, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here. I'm just going to sour the evening. On your desk there's a ruby hearthstone, it looks like a miniature orb of translocation that used to link this city to the Undercity. Using it will take you to a small hideaway, the Ibara of my time loved the view and I hoped you would like it too. I hope you can enjoy the rest of your night with your sisters." </span>He took his plate into the kitchen then returned to his plot of land in the forest.<span style="color: #ff0000">"I don't think he'll ever come back now. Anyways, he left me instructions on how to serve Morah's famous fruitcake so when you're all ready for that let me know." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>