Tsukishima managed to pull Maurice's thoughts from just how big was this planet, was it even a planet, was any of this real, where did the water even go he hadn't seen a single river--with potatoes.

"Right."

He accepted the basket before shuffling over to a spot where he wouldn't block the kitchen entrance and started washing them. It had been a long time since he'd touched a fresh vegetable and a part of him wanted to take a big bite out of one of them, dirt or no dirt. That was...troubling.

Maurice managed to resist but it was getting harder and harder to let the silence stand between him and the two boys. He knew they were doing their own thing, but with his nerves shot, the centaur just could not keep his damned mouth closed.

"Some weather, huh?"