Dragoncrest Cliffs heaven will be a grand piano of baked potatoes

Artaax's deadpan stare continued for a few, long seconds after Furi explained the joke to him. Her discomfort was palpable, and yet the boy couldn't find it in himself to ease the stress for her at all. He was trying to solve a problem here, and all she could do was speak nonsense to him. Maybe a younger, less serious version of him could have enjoyed her humor and more light-hearted nature, but this one merely blinked at her, and then looked back up at the nest that was vexing him so. Stick in the mud, indeed.