"It tastes like nug," Signy said simply, although it took her a moment to think of another way to express it—after all, if this was Imenry's first taste of nug, ever, then that was hardly helpful. She bit the corner of her bottom lip, and pondered, and then, "Does it taste much like any of the game you keep on the surface? I'm just wondering, so if I want to try something…"
She knew they kept livestock up here, and if she recalled correctly, they were big. Bronto-sized, maybe larger. If they were as sturdy and imposing as a Bronto, how did the surfacers take them? Signy knew a great deal about grains, and fruits, and vegetables of the topside-world, at least since her family had begun to be able to buy them at market, but nug had always been the protein staple in her household. As she thought about it, she popped another piece of meat into her mouth and chewed.
"I did, and I do have a place." A pause; she hesitated, and thought about it for a moment. If she did manage to get the gold to take Imenry up on her offer, they'd be sharing a camp for the next week. Was there a reason not to start now? Well, aside from the strangeness of sharing a room—but all of this was strange. What was one more strange experience to add to the lot? "If you're… in lack of somewhere under cover to sleep, I've only one cot but the tent does have a spacious floor. I know it's not a very inviting offer, but it's more or less interior, and there won't be any of that wind." She paused, and then delivered the next piece of information as though it were something rather novel, and a knowledge she was proud to have gained, and now to share: "And it gets quite windy up here at night."
Windy being another one of those purely academic words that had recently become very, very real to her. And, when it came to purely academic concepts, there was another word bobbing at the back of her memory, though she couldn't quite place it: "Stars? I've heard of those, but I can't recall what they are at just this moment."