Mount Apikuni the mind of a child

Wow. Okay. If asking a simple question like ’How old are you?’ was too hard for Thorleif to answer, Grezig wasn’t sure any question would be simple enough for him. She sighed, immediately frustrated. How was she supposed to get through to him? Clearly he’d kept himself alive somehow. He was smart enough to know how to fish… Fish…

“Who taught you how to fish? Did a parent teach you, or someone else, or did you teach yourself?” She thought that by giving him multiple choice, it might be easier for him to pick the right answer. She didn’t know why she was trying so hard. It was just that she had been the one to recruit him, and so far, he hadn’t helped them at all. Well. He’d brought them a fish once or twice. She supposed that was good. It kept them fed, to an extent. She just wondered if his ability to fish outweighed the rest of his stupidity. Was he worth keeping around at all? That was why she was asking questions. She needed to come to some kind of decision about this.