"Oh really? Jesus, well, we'll have to get on that sooner than later." He knows that some people take planes, but it's odd thinking about airships getting replaced. They're so big and graceful... Are plans getting bigger then? They must, he supposes. Or else maybe they get faster? Well, he'll find out. That's half the fun, isn't it?

"Skeletons, yeah! But I think they only have full ones for some of the smaller stuff. But, there's a mammoth from there, and they pulled out a woman and a dog, and I think there's one of those ancient horses, and a bunch of other animals too." At least, that's what Sean heard from Ben when they were shooting the shit at work one time. He's more fascinated (and a little disgusted) by the idea of someone finding a mammoth with flesh still on it, and the rich choosing to eat it. "Jesus, same. I wouldn't trust any meat that old. The rich just... god, they have all the money in the world, and they use it on the stupidest stuff. I don't understand it. If I had that kind of money, I'd be eating well each day, not feeding myself fish eggs or snails."

And he gestures to his sandwich, which has been reduced to a stub while chatting and eating. "I'd get this sort of thing every day, y'know? Fresh bread, fresh meat, good sauce, made right as you walk in the shop. Or I'd get a cook who could do up the stuff my ma does, only with the better cuts of meat. Or oranges, God, I'd buy crates of oranges. I can't wait until it's the season for them again. They're so big here, size of your fist and twice as juicy as you'd imagine."