[ At this point in their acquaintance, Matt has decided that he's best served by gently ignoring the input of Gen's that does not feel immediately productive. So he lets the eye-roll glide by--honestly, it was a stupid thing of him to say--and focuses on the paper. His eyes narrow as he pores over what looks like a string of sigils.
Then he realizes they're probably letters. ]
Okay, [ Matt says with a nod. The arrangement of market stalls looks familiar enough to him--he actually thinks he may have seen some of this guy's art as he's walked through. ] I can talk to him. Ask about art or something.
[ Matt starts to fold up first his own map, then his list of names. There's something a little clumsy about the process, even a bit uncanny: It's because only one of Matt's hands is available to fold. The delta is made up, it seems, by the items appearing to fold themselves.
He's a bit uneasy about the word sculptor, but ... that's stupid. Venera is full of artists, there's obviously more than one sculptor in town. Anyway, unless Gen has anything else to add, Matt'll start off in the direction of the vendor's stall. ]
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Then he realizes they're probably letters. ]
Okay, [ Matt says with a nod. The arrangement of market stalls looks familiar enough to him--he actually thinks he may have seen some of this guy's art as he's walked through. ] I can talk to him. Ask about art or something.
[ Matt starts to fold up first his own map, then his list of names. There's something a little clumsy about the process, even a bit uncanny: It's because only one of Matt's hands is available to fold. The delta is made up, it seems, by the items appearing to fold themselves.
He's a bit uneasy about the word sculptor, but ... that's stupid. Venera is full of artists, there's obviously more than one sculptor in town. Anyway, unless Gen has anything else to add, Matt'll start off in the direction of the vendor's stall. ]