All-you-can-eat buffets are normally great things, though they're slightly less great when they're filled with some very questionable-looking dishes. They're downright awful when you feel like you're starving and literally can't eat any of the food, no matter how questionable it may be.
Fern hasn't even gotten a drink. He hasn't figured out how alcohol interacts with plants, and the soda brings up bad memories from home, so he's mostly just stuck looking forlorn as everyone else digs in.
That is, until he notices the walking tree downing some concoction with an eyeball tossed in for good measure. He stares, openly, since this is the first other-plant-person he's ever seen in Deerington. It's weird, sort of unsettling since he looks like a smaller version of Darren, whom he distinctly remembers killing, and extremely baffling.
Eventually he gets ahold of himself and wanders over, uncertain of what he's doing. "Dude," he says, deciding to go for the obvious. "Are you from Ooo?"
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Fern hasn't even gotten a drink. He hasn't figured out how alcohol interacts with plants, and the soda brings up bad memories from home, so he's mostly just stuck looking forlorn as everyone else digs in.
That is, until he notices the walking tree downing some concoction with an eyeball tossed in for good measure. He stares, openly, since this is the first other-plant-person he's ever seen in Deerington. It's weird, sort of unsettling since he looks like a smaller version of Darren, whom he distinctly remembers killing, and extremely baffling.
Eventually he gets ahold of himself and wanders over, uncertain of what he's doing. "Dude," he says, deciding to go for the obvious. "Are you from Ooo?"