[Where's the Beef/1] [While exploring the village, Lotor's come to the fence of what almost looks like a normal farm... and he's standing by the gate, staring off into space, while both the Palmon who tends the farm and Dorumon are staring at him in confusion.]
...Where you ... grow ... meat.
[The increasingly confused Palmon nods slowly and responds even more slowly - after all this is the third time they've been through this.] "Yes. This is where we grow meat."
[This does not seem to have helped Lotor's bluescreen moment any.]
You grow meat on plants.
[Palmon looks like it could use a stiff drink or twelve. Dorumon's just got one ear flopped over, tilting their head around, before replying:] "Where else would we get it?"
[Digivice Research/Prompt 2] [Lotor has a blanket spread out on a patch of grass somewhere toward the middle of town. There's a couple of cleaned bones from unknown haunches of meat on the ground nearby; Dorumon's on their back, lazily rolling a ball in the air with their feet.]
[Lotor, meanwhile, has several computer light-screens open in the air around him, text mostly in Galran glyphs, and is focused on his Digivice, poking at it and putting notes into various programs on the screens occasionally.]
Meat...farm? / Digivice Investigation
[While exploring the village, Lotor's come to the fence of what almost looks like a normal farm... and he's standing by the gate, staring off into space, while both the Palmon who tends the farm and Dorumon are staring at him in confusion.]
...Where you ... grow ... meat.
[The increasingly confused Palmon nods slowly and responds even more slowly - after all this is the third time they've been through this.] "Yes. This is where we grow meat."
[This does not seem to have helped Lotor's bluescreen moment any.]
You grow meat on plants.
[Palmon looks like it could use a stiff drink or twelve. Dorumon's just got one ear flopped over, tilting their head around, before replying:] "Where else would we get it?"
[Digivice Research/Prompt 2]
[Lotor has a blanket spread out on a patch of grass somewhere toward the middle of town. There's a couple of cleaned bones from unknown haunches of meat on the ground nearby; Dorumon's on their back, lazily rolling a ball in the air with their feet.]
[Lotor, meanwhile, has several computer light-screens open in the air around him, text mostly in Galran glyphs, and is focused on his Digivice, poking at it and putting notes into various programs on the screens occasionally.]
Huh. That's interesting.