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"Shade this, shade that- it's very confusing," Seyka said, looking annoyed. "Oh well, if it's somewhere new, then it'll probably be fun."

"Well it looks like everyone is having a good time," Seyka said. "I guess incense really does work!" The Skarmory exhaled. "Wow, I've had more excitement in the past few weeks than I've had in years." He smiled. "It's all worth it though."

Seyka made a face. "I uh- forget what the big deal is." He looked at Darkwhite again. "Figure it out. I know this Anorith, and he's tiny, absolutely miniature, but he can still do a ton of things. I bet you could do it if you tried, and yes- I'm implying you haven't tried."

"But you got it anyway, right?" Seyka said. "You know that saying, the end justifies the means or whatever. Anyway, even if you don't like the means, the end is still there, so net positive!" The Skarmory glanced at Darkwhite. "Make your own incense if you want to do something like that. I...

“I mean, if it comes to who does and doesn’t have muscles, the difference is where the consideration stops. Still-“ Seyka looked at the incense. “-that’s nice of you to be thoughtful like that. I know I wouldn’t think about muscles.”

"He wouldn't even need it even if he had muscles probably," Seyka said. "Because his uh- parts, are all disconnected, they wouldn't rub against each other and get sore probably." The Skarmory looked triumphant. "In fact, it's like, extremely efficient."

Seyka leaned over. "It might make you smell good, and you'll be mistaken for incense," he said. "But for the record, I don't rust. I think I used to, but I'm old now so I just... don't do that anymore."

"Don't worry about it," Seyka said to Cynthian, making a face. "Anyway, it's no problem if it doesn't work for me. Stress is a way of life, you know? I personally like the rush, at least, that's what I get out of it." The Skarmory eyed the mixture. "Metal doesn't make me too worse off anyway...

"Ah, Cinnamon!" Seyka called, turning to face the Roselia. "Don't come in here, it's a trap by this guy to steal your sense of smell for himself." The Skarmory was silent for a moment. "I think?"

"I'm sure at least some god would appreciate muscle relaxant anyway," Seyka mused. "But anyway, that sounds like good money! I mean, it doesn't seem like you would want to sell it, but stress relief is a big market- where I come from." The Skarmory tilted his head. "Not that it really matters...

"So you can't eat or drink, but you can smell?" Seyka thought about it for a moment. "Well that's like half the experience, so that makes sense." "If you spent a week making it..." the Skarmory trailed off. "Are you making offerings to a- er- god or something of the sort?"

Seyka meandered in, stopping to watch the proceeding curiously. "Hey-hey," the Skarmory said lightly. "Are you making soup?"