[ thinks about how thorns will also have to come up with a convincing excuse for why his arm is fucked up tears up there is so much that can go wrong. ]

What? Conversation keeps things lively.

[ the farmer agrees, remarking that the village could use more young people to brighten the atmosphere. life in the city is simply more glamourous and offers more job opportunities, but when you've come from iberia, nearly anything feels elevated by comparison. elysium doesn't say that aloud; instead, he notes that the countryside has its own charm—and very quickly he's winning this guy over.

the farmer mentions having books for elysium if he's serious about learning, to which elysium says—of course he is, nudging thorns for emphasis. ]

It'll be fun to learn something together. Who do you think will master it first? Me or you?