Jim looked around the room and managed a little smile. "It almost looks like we live here." He slowly approached his wife and looked at Order. "What do I do?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #336600">"Well sure, you suck at talking because it's not what you do naturally. Mortals suck at talking because most of us are unintelligent and don't know how to share and express thoughts and ideas properly. Even I'm guilty of it. Well that's easy, sometimes all it takes to help someone is to make them sit and talk out their problems. It could be them talking to you, a pet, each other. When you're forced to be face to face with someone it becomes a lot easier to talk. There's no real logic behind it, that's just how it works." </span>He raised an eyebrow and looked at her like she was stupid.<span style="color: #336600">"To a mortal you are a god, you have abilities and understandings of our world that we won't understand for hundreds or thousands of years. We're still exploring the basics of alchemy and some races still use feces and urine for 'medicinal' means. To us, you are a god." </span>He looked at the image and nodded a little.<span style="color: #336600"> "I don't know what I'm looking at but it looks nice. Is that where the real you is? Somewhere in the galaxy?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>