your man is doing trick shots on tiktok. my man is moisturized, he's thriving, he's black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, treading the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandaled feet
me: can you pass me the gummies?
nora: they're right by you.
me: that's so much closer to me than I thought.
nora: by telling you where it was, I warped your perceptions such that it was 8 feet closer to you, essentially bringing it to you. this is but a fraction of my power.
The forty-seven pounds of crab meat, three health potions, twelve cheese wedges, and eighteen pounds of watermelon you just ate are not going to agree with you in about six hours.