'Hello. Dura-san.'
'Yes. What is it?'
'Aloha Oe~♪'
'Pii-gagagagaga. A serious system failure has occurred. 180 seconds remaining until confidentiality self-destruct. Evacuate this planet immediately.'
'Is my singing voice that terrible?'
'The universe is vast, so there are also penis-shaped lifeforms that court with that kind of cry, so please don't worry.'
'Are you currently walking around the city?'
'Yes. I'm smoothly acquiring the techniques of this era's craftsmen.'
'Are there things being sold that could serve as containers for plant seeds?'
'They are being sold, but making them is cheaper. With the tools and materials on hand, weaving wood into baskets would be good. For storing seeds it would be best if they could be completely sealed, but the Glans is a cold and dry land so even a somewhat well-ventilated container probably won't germinate. How about having the elf or the fairies look at the seeds just in case?'
