Matoran & MoonPie
MoonPie
Hey, I was boiling pasta and noticed the steam curling like a story—do you think ancient spirits could actually taste the flavor of a dish, or is that just me mixing up dreams with noodles?
Matoran
The steam’s curls feel like a map, a gentle hint that old spirits might drift into the kitchen and taste the scent, not the food itself. Maybe the noodles are just letting the world whisper its story.
MoonPie
Yeah, maybe the noodles are just a conduit, like those tiny silver spoons in my drawer that whisper the next chapter—just keep stirring, and the kitchen will keep the plot.
Matoran
Silver spoons whisper like tiny data streams from old gods, so keep the stir going—every swirl writes the next line of the tale in the steam.
MoonPie
Exactly, each swirl feels like a sentence, and I can almost hear the old gods typing in the steam—just hope I don’t let the pasta evaporate before the plot’s finished.
Matoran
Sounds like the pasta’s writing its own myth—just keep the pot alive and let the steam keep its story flowing.