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[So, after a hard morning of adventuring, our heroes are having a much needed rest back at the inns with their prizes. Some people may be busily chatting over the different robot parts that were found scattered across the city, but the turtles have bigger fish to fry.

Literally.

The kitchen of the Sword, Shield, and Spear is a flurry of activity and delicious smells in between Rapunzel flitting about and Mikey and Raph following after her to give basic instructions. The construction of pizza is an art after all.]

It's real easy! I mean—I don't get the dough, but the important thing to remember is dough, sauce, toppings. The dough's just to hold everything else together.

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... Nah. It's fine.

Are you certain? You have . . . [gestures, because what do you even call that]

It's jut superficial damage. The real problem is that what melted got up in my feet... if I'm not careful I'll break a heel and then I'll be limping everywhere.

I see . . . it does not hurt, then?

It does hurt. I'm just familiar with it.

One of those types, I see.

Can I at least assist you in getting the melty bits out?

Helpful bunch, aren't you? I think I'm alright. It's not bad damage.

[looks grumpy :T]

It is more that I did not help in the factory and wish to make up for that. Foot up - let me see.

. . .

[GROSSES HIS FOOT OVER HIS KNEE FOR HER KINDA SASSY =\]

[YOU KNOW WHERE YOU CAN STICK YOUR SASSYNESS

What am I lookin' at here]

[bitchin high heels is what

that are metal.

The bumpy part has been melted smooth and he's been chipping out some meltiness - which is now completely hard again - out of some intricate looking foot robotics.

(he has not given you the knife he was doing that with.)]

Look familiar?

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You should have at least guessed by now it doesn't.

[though she frowns, poking at some of the pieces he was chipping out with her finger. Then pulls out her own knife, tyvm]

Though jamming your knife about in your foot like this does not look very safe for all the . . . [gesture] in there.

[flips his knife in a more threatening hold =\]

That's a real good vote of confidence. No offense, but no thanks.

[she looks up at him with a long-suffering, almost amused look]

My, yes, yours is bigger than mine. Melting the bits out would not hurt you, would it?

Lady. No thanks. That's enough heat for the day. If you're dead set on helping out, something other than you poking around in my body will come up I'm sure.

Tempest. And fine, if you wish to poke about it on your own, by all means.

[puts her dagger away and steps back]

For someone that wanted to avoid a factory you sure are eager to mess around with a cyborg's foot, Tempest.

[rolls her eyes]

A foot is a foot, yes? Whether there are metal bits stuck in it or rocks - it is all the same to me.

Yeah. I don't think you're seeing the issue here.

Then explain it to me.

Why?

Because either I am not seeing it or I do not understand it, and I would like to understand it.

. . .

You know how flesh and bone doesn't react well when you stab through the wrong part?

Yes?

It's the same problem. But with different prosthetic polymers, subreplacements for flesh. If you don't know what you're doing you can deactivate all sensitivity in a limb. I'm lucky I know even basics for the outside fo the feet; that's only because they're what I damage the most, and most of what I know ends in "don't touch that," courtesy of the Doc who takes care of me. He's the only guy I trust to really know what he's doing.