[se] an eternity of other things

MELITA

How would flour even work underwater? She took a few seconds to narrow her eyes and ponder the subject, but even then, it didn’t fare well, when there were hordes and hundreds of other things to decipher and be distracted by. Like that of the earring – coming to a crouch at the edge of the canal again, lowering her palm so that it might drop along her flattened, calloused surface. “This is quite nice,” she uttered, followed by a low whistle as she studied the filaments and etchings, somewhat ashamed it’d be going towards pastries of all things. “It could probably get you a a lot of them.” If that’s what he wanted to do, shrugging her shoulders, allowing him a moment to rethink the notions. “I’m going to trade some meat,” and she showed him an array in her bag, lifting the satchel opening for a moment, as more of a less gilded option.

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight