The Barkeep followed Sparks' finger and squinted in the air. Yep, that was a giant, bulky boat that wasn't crashing horribly to the ground for some reason. "And it just flies. Like that." How?, the tone of his voice added.
"Letters? That low-tech? And these," he points to Annie next to him. "Carry 'em? How can they even fly that much?"
"Actually, Moogles are some of the most resilient-"
"This is practically the twentieth century they're livin' in," he interrupted. "I've visited planets with no sense of civilization, but at least I had a choice of goin' back!" This entire day was turning worse by the minute.
That tiny wave did not help. For a moment, it seemed that even the Barkeep was rendered speechless and frozen by the information dump. "That' ain't good."
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"Letters? That low-tech? And these," he points to Annie next to him. "Carry 'em? How can they even fly that much?"
"Actually, Moogles are some of the most resilient-"
"This is practically the twentieth century they're livin' in," he interrupted. "I've visited planets with no sense of civilization, but at least I had a choice of goin' back!" This entire day was turning worse by the minute.
That tiny wave did not help. For a moment, it seemed that even the Barkeep was rendered speechless and frozen by the information dump. "That' ain't good."