Genetics

Now, I'm no top shakes when it comes to science and that fun stuff. Most of the time I've always relied on the "Knowledge of the Sue" which is a sort of repository of a knowledge that may or may not be true that a Sue can draw upon to sound like they know what they're talking about. It's kinda like technobable. But as I've become more and more canon, my access to that store house has slowly been weaned away.

Why am I saying this? Well, because, I'm a genetic mess. Sort of. I mean that because of the type of Sue I am, at any given moment I can be related to any given person. If you were to do a genetic test, I would end up being genetically related to any number of persons that I've been exposed to or be of any number of races as well. I guess it's kinda like a chamelon ability, blend in with the world I'm in to survive.

I dunno.

Anyway, apparently I'm going through another genetic shift. My fey side is becoming more expressed. I know this because when trying to pick up the cast iron frying pan in the kitchen this morning, I burnt myself. And no it wasn't because the pan was hot. I was getting it out of the cupboard. I've been itchy around iron and steel all morning too. Kinda muffled like.

Usually I only have problems with raw iron, and that's just a light sort of rash thingy, or extreme itchiness. Laruna and Wolf have that too. Wolf usually wears gloves to protect him.

It's weird.

Translation fun.

I brought some of my sister's stew to the Sanctuary the other day. Rabbitish and oninonish, I say 'ish' because the ingredients aren't exactly rabbit and onion, but close to it. Most people declined an offering, but Some had some and rather liked it.

I was talking to Laruna today and mentioned it to her. Said, "Some liked the stew." but instead of saying "Some" as the name, I used my world's word for some. So she wanted to know what the other had to say about it. I said that they didn't have any. So she wanted to know how could they dislike it, if they didn't have it. We went back and forth on this before I realized what happened and I said, "No, Some a Grue." What she heard was "Some Agrew" Agrew is a type of herb, medicinal sort, usually used for bathroom sorts of problems. So she got me some agrew, while laughing.

I got it to her eventually.