Plasma

Crispwave: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?
Plasma: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Maelogan?
Maelogan: Probably “road work ahead”.
Forseti: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

Crispwave: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Maelogan will and will not eat.
Plasma: Grass? Yes!
Crispwave: Moss? Yes!!
Plasma: Leaves? Ohh, yes!
Crispwave: Shoelaces? Strange but true!
Plasma: Worms? Sometimes!
Crispwave: Rocks? Usually nah.
Plasma: Twigs? Usually!
Crispwave: Lenka's cooking? Inconclusive!
Forseti: How did you… test this?
Crispwave: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it.
Forseti: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.
Lenka: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

Crispwave: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life
Plasma: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!
Maelogan: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!
Forseti: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!
Lenka: My moral code, is that you?
Crispwave:
Crispwave: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

Crispwave: What’s it like being tall?
Forseti: Is it nice?
Plasma: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?
Maelogan: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.