Let's Not [Obliterate]

Chapter 45: Reassembly

What Dema had found was part of a cute head. A head made of stone — or maybe rather cast in stone. A fossil of a size Theora had never seen before, of what seemed like a large crustacean creature.

Dema pressed it into Theora’s hands. “Take it!” she cheered. “You gonna wash the pieces for me? And then put them all together?”

Theora glanced down at the fossil. It was definitely dirty; plant matter was scattered all over it, little pieces of soil stuck in the cracks. “How do you want me to wash it? In the ocean?”

Dema fell into thought, putting her chin in her hand. Then, she lit up, shouting, “Tea! Wash ’em in tea! That would be nice!”

Theora raised her eyebrows, but nodded. There was no reason to refuse Dema, and so, she stored the fossil away in her coat, and started looking around for something she could use to infuse some tea.

The shore was long and overhung by the cliff in both directions. Theora couldn’t easily get up the cliff without Dema’s help, so she decided to see if she could find something suitable down here. Of course, many shale pieces littered the ground. There wasn’t a lot of space between the water and the cliff. Only a small walkable chaotic strap of stone pieces of all sizes, most of which looked like they were regularly engulfed by water depending on the tides.

Should she make shale tea again?

But washing fossils of shale in shale tea seemed rather unimaginative. Maybe she could find something that would complement the rock somehow? She briefly considered making ocean tea, but decided against it, since it would probably just end up being salty tea, and salty wasn’t necessarily a quality she looked for in her brewings.

She took off her boots to reduce her chances of slipping, and hopped from one stone to the next in her

Answer: Dema is going to revive that isopod.

… What a useless Skill. That answer didn’t even correlate to her question at all!