( Aventurine is about to snatch his food back, but then he notices what Ratio's doing, feeling the Imaginary energy being manipulated by the other man. For a moment he's not sure what he's doing, but then-- )

Nice trick, Doc. Handy, too.

( Could he do that? Maybe, if he thought about his own Imaginary talents and what they could be used for. But he follows a different Path, so perhaps the Preservation only grants him what it feels like. Either way, with his food reheated, Aventurine begins eating in earnest. )

Yeah. I don't know about you, but while I normally excel under pressure there's something about being a dying world's only hope that's just unreasonable in its demands. What are we getting out of it that's worth something long-term?