Samuel blinks and gazes up at the sky -- the dark, starry, aurora-clad sky.
"Seven days. Right." The air quotes are heavily implied. They might be able to keep track of time now, but he still wouldn't call a 24-hour period a 'day' -- not until they get an actual dark/light cycle of some kind.
"I'm not sure they've even been around for that long."
Meanwhile, at the sight of the source of picked berries, Pidgey suddenly darts forward to try and snatch some. Samuel might have forbidden it from eating the one he picked, and won't let it pick any of its own, but these are clearly fair game!
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"Seven days. Right." The air quotes are heavily implied. They might be able to keep track of time now, but he still wouldn't call a 24-hour period a 'day' -- not until they get an actual dark/light cycle of some kind.
"I'm not sure they've even been around for that long."
Meanwhile, at the sight of the source of picked berries, Pidgey suddenly darts forward to try and snatch some. Samuel might have forbidden it from eating the one he picked, and won't let it pick any of its own, but these are clearly fair game!