“Thanks,” Rose said.
Rose hefted the blade. “Thank you.” Can I control it
Defíne less real
Rose hit it away. “If you don’t want me to cut you in half woth this Plotblade, stay away.”
Interest sparked in her eyes.
“It… what?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said blankly.
Rose wanted it. If it was anything like Narration…
Rose stood up.
“We raised animals and engineered crops that needed heat. Mushrooms and such.”
Rose scowled.
Reality warped, and the dagger was whole again, and the rabbit had never broken it.
Rose eyed it. “Is that a Narrator thing?”