[He feels relief when she shakes her head after the question, when she continues instead of stopping to get the answer. It's not that he doesn't know the answer, but how he knows it, the reasons behind it. His work with the human body is a morbid, rotting line of business. Perhaps he could answer and her assume that he knows because he read up on it, because he was curious himself. But it's more likely that someone who puts the worst of the worst away knows from something much darker, and he's grateful he doesn't have to get into it.
Mountains, more pieces to add to her world, pieces got from her mouth and no one else. In the midst of it all, Will decides to take the box of ice cream and set it up himself, to see if she can understand why he does it one way as opposed to another. The box gets put in with enough room that she could reasonable stuff the blocks on either side and rather freeze it in place. But Will puts it in and places the blocks on top of it instead, puts the greatest source of cold right on top, covers almost the entire thing with them rather than just covering the sides. It's no genius method—there will be some slipping around and noisiness in place of what could have been quiet, but it's not something he would expect to be completely difficult to figure out. Better to have a few shuffling clunks than to lose product, as far as he's concerned.]
Depends on where you go in Florida. [Back to almost mumbling.] Down here, that's hard to find. You want a cool creek, you'll need to go somewhere with plenty of shade. Still won't be anything like it would in the mountains, but there's ways to make do.
[A hint of a smile, enough to suggest that Will's done his own searching for shady, cool places. That, no, this Heropa, this area doesn't offer the calm, coldness that comes with mountains, but with a little looking, some willingness to break outside the normal and get dirty...it's possible to find more than what's advertised, easily seen.]
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Mountains, more pieces to add to her world, pieces got from her mouth and no one else. In the midst of it all, Will decides to take the box of ice cream and set it up himself, to see if she can understand why he does it one way as opposed to another. The box gets put in with enough room that she could reasonable stuff the blocks on either side and rather freeze it in place. But Will puts it in and places the blocks on top of it instead, puts the greatest source of cold right on top, covers almost the entire thing with them rather than just covering the sides. It's no genius method—there will be some slipping around and noisiness in place of what could have been quiet, but it's not something he would expect to be completely difficult to figure out. Better to have a few shuffling clunks than to lose product, as far as he's concerned.]
Depends on where you go in Florida. [Back to almost mumbling.] Down here, that's hard to find. You want a cool creek, you'll need to go somewhere with plenty of shade. Still won't be anything like it would in the mountains, but there's ways to make do.
[A hint of a smile, enough to suggest that Will's done his own searching for shady, cool places. That, no, this Heropa, this area doesn't offer the calm, coldness that comes with mountains, but with a little looking, some willingness to break outside the normal and get dirty...it's possible to find more than what's advertised, easily seen.]