Oh! No, no no, fission's, like, what that goo does, Avia replied with a laugh, finding it so funny. Though, it's not goo, it's, like, metal... She then realized that trying to explain fission and nuclear bombs to Chevron may be perhaps a little bit too much; they could be there all night, and frankly, Avia wasn't sure how reliable of a teacher she could be. She did not have Yarpanet access to verify anything, after all. Yet, she still couldn't help but correct him. It was just in her nature. The more Chevron described his world, the worse of a place it sounded. Even water, or at least fresh water, was scarce, was worth killing over. An irradiated desert planet once inhabited by naked chickens sounded absolutely terrible. Avia knew that in her world, people were suffering, people were scared. But they had water, at least. Yeah, I guess, she confirmed. I dunno who else could call the shots. Though, aren't the humans gone? Who's in charge now? Are they not coyotes and wolves and all? She hoped talking even more about Earth wouldn't upset him, but at the same time, she was too curious. He seemed... fine, at least, talking about it. Perhaps he was happy because he knew he was somewhere better now... Avia gazed between the bowls as Chevron cheered. She was unfamiliar with the custom, so she just gave a little laugh and raised her free paw as if she were about to participate in whatever was happening. She was deep in thought about Fangwilds. Avia still wanted to go home. But if her going home meant Chevron too had to, she wasn't sure. She would, however, gladly take Chevron to her own world! Her tail swayed a little at the thought while the coyote lapped his water. She knew he would love it there despite everything going on there. She could show him trains and cars! She could show him fairs and theme parks and computers and theaters! She could even teach him to fly! If she found a way home, she would have to bring Chevron along. But... would she be putting Chevron at risk...? She spoke with him about ships and carts, of pirates and plans. Wait, they might actually be dangerous? Avia asked naively. I hope they don't rob us or anything! Like, I know we got guards and all but like... She shook her head, realizing she was worrying again. She was so good at worrying. I'm sure it will grow great, yeah. Clover seems competent, to say the least, hahah... She learned that the folk do make their own carts, as a community. How wholesome! Though, Avia knew she already felt too guilty to ask for that kind of help, especially as somebody new to the faction, somebody without a trade to speak of. Plus, she had no idea how to manage draft animals, and she certainly wasn't strong enough to pull a cart herself. She realized that, for her, having a cart was perhaps unnecessary. But, at the same time, having a cart seemed fun and cool. But, that's the thing, Avia said with a sigh as she gazed into her bowl, as though scrying for answers. I don't know what I'd even use the cart for. I don't have a, I dunno, trade? She held her plush closer, if that were still possible. Everything I'm good at, it's, uh, it requires stuff from Luxtia. It needs Luxtian tools and stuff that I just don't know how to make here at all. I don't think anyone here can make them. And the things I'd make would be for nobody, if nobody else used those tools too. She realized she was just talking more about the skills she had used for her job, so she added, as though nervous Chevron would somehow pick up on that, And, like, the other stuff I like to do aren't marketable or anything, I don't think. Like, I like looking at the clouds and predicting the weather and stuff, and I kinda like exploring around like we do, but I can't exactly sell any of that.