[ Cassel, really, how dare you intrude on the quiet corner where Zane has decided to taste the alloys involved in various screws he's extracted from places on the barge. (Righty-tighty lefty-loosey is a rule that took rather longer than he'll admit to figure out.) So he's testing this one with his tongue, trying to determine if it's iron or steel...
He can't taste the difference. He's rarely ingested metals not in a preservative alcohol solution. That taste he remembers well, but the faint metallic tang was always so nondescript.
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He can't taste the difference. He's rarely ingested metals not in a preservative alcohol solution. That taste he remembers well, but the faint metallic tang was always so nondescript.
He focuses on Cassel. ]
Oh. It's you.