[France listens very closely, nodding slowly at the end. He mulls over this information, his hand coming up unconsciously to play with his hair as his gaze wanders back to the pile of stones and Litwicks. After a long moment of consideration, he moves up to the pile and picks up one of the stone, turning it in his hand like a prospector analysing a particularly interesting and valuable find.]
When I was younger, there was a period of time where the belief was that certain gemstones and precious metals had particular properties. The consumption of those objects, powdered or ground or sometimes swallowed whole, was thought to imbue the person consuming it with those properties.
[He smiles distantly before turning his attention back to Envy.]
Do you miss them? I could try to replicate something like them in texture and taste for you when we're--well, when we're back to whatever we are here.
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When I was younger, there was a period of time where the belief was that certain gemstones and precious metals had particular properties. The consumption of those objects, powdered or ground or sometimes swallowed whole, was thought to imbue the person consuming it with those properties.
[He smiles distantly before turning his attention back to Envy.]
Do you miss them? I could try to replicate something like them in texture and taste for you when we're--well, when we're back to whatever we are here.