Elisa (imaginary): Wow, I sure get why you haven’t been renting Leif for sex now!
Elisa (thinking): . . . okay, sometimes I have more enthusiasm than tact, but even I know better than to go there out loud.
Thorn: With some food we cook it on . . . a long thing with a point? . . . Anyway, these cook on a tray.
Thorn (thinking): Leif would’ve helped me figure out the word for “skewer” there . . .
Thorn: Tiernan? Is something wrong?
Ooh. That has fire spirits in it.
Elisa: I can’t wait to get home, where we only have normal devastating storms.