At that, Guy actually had to stop and give Enjolras a 'Really?' look. They were big, waxy, fibrous leaves. Anyone with an ounce of survival instincts should have knowm, without even knowing the name of the plant, that they weren't edible. And that wasn't even factoring in the possible toxicity.
Of course, he'd seen evidence so far that quite a few people here didn't have those survival instincts or that know-how, which was a new experience for him. People who didn't, well, they died in Guy's world. There were no grocers, there were no farms. Either you figured out what you could eat and ate it or you starved.
It took him a moment of considering that maybe there were worlds that were wildly different from his own, before the expression on his face faded from one of extreme incredulity to one touched with a bit more sympathy. Either this man was from a place where people could be soft, thrown into a situation where they couldn't be, or he was someone from a hard world where no one had figured out all the little tricks to survive yet.
Either possibility moved him to pity.
So rather than mocking him for not knowing what a child would know, he opted to teach him, instead.
"Too fibrous. See how waxy they are?" He held out the half-finished umbrella. "Anything that looks as waxy as this, that has a skin that feels a little hard - you're not going to be able to digest. And that's not even factoring in that they might be poisonous. Most of the plants here seem to be."
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Of course, he'd seen evidence so far that quite a few people here didn't have those survival instincts or that know-how, which was a new experience for him. People who didn't, well, they died in Guy's world. There were no grocers, there were no farms. Either you figured out what you could eat and ate it or you starved.
It took him a moment of considering that maybe there were worlds that were wildly different from his own, before the expression on his face faded from one of extreme incredulity to one touched with a bit more sympathy. Either this man was from a place where people could be soft, thrown into a situation where they couldn't be, or he was someone from a hard world where no one had figured out all the little tricks to survive yet.
Either possibility moved him to pity.
So rather than mocking him for not knowing what a child would know, he opted to teach him, instead.
"Too fibrous. See how waxy they are?" He held out the half-finished umbrella. "Anything that looks as waxy as this, that has a skin that feels a little hard - you're not going to be able to digest. And that's not even factoring in that they might be poisonous. Most of the plants here seem to be."