"Mmmmmmmaybe? I mean. I don't really know how to break this to you but... I don't, uh. I don't think everybody feels the same way about Mr. Gnomesworth that you do. Oh, is it ok if I named him? You just seemed super attached."

Katherine frowns. There's something about this situation teasing at the edges of her understanding, but she can't quite get to the bottom of what it is. She clicks her tongue once, twice. It's a sound she tells herself helps her think. Then she tilts her head to the left, and then to the right, trying to take in more information from her twitchy green ears. Or maybe in the vain hope that looking at things from a literal different angle will make it make more sense.

"Wait. Is this a Foxgirl Scheme? This sounds so much like Cy that-- Mr. Caster are you really sure about this? 'Cause I don't think you'd last ten minutes on Cutie Fox Island. No offense. I don't think I would either; that's why I'm tryin' so hard not to end up there. But this gnome angle? It only ends the one way. Here, just... here."

She grabs Caster (and his gnome) by the hand and leads him away from the stall. Berserker sits still and remains eating, but that's fine. They have a connection now, the two of them, and Katherine has no reason not to trust her Servant unattended. Not anymore, anyway. It's kind of like an apology for all those frantic orders and squirming fights while they were still getting to know each other, or so she tells herself. 

She walks down the crowded street, going from one wonder to the next. Pausing, but never really stopping. She hopes the sights in their volume will be enough to make the point. They pass a wall of murals made by throwing colored sand and sugar onto cutting boards. They pass a little stand overflowing with handcarved flutes in the shapes of every animal Kat could care to name or wish to eat. They pass an author waiting to hand out manuscripts for a story she's been working on for a long time about a knight with silver hands, though it isn't going all that well. She has a bright smile on her face all the same, as she explains to anyone who will listen the dramatic potential of her iron willed softgirl protagonist and all the things she beats up with punching. They pass a booth where a hobbyist technomancer has set up a television and a special display for something called the Speedrun Gauntlet, which a little sign explains is a series of bite sized beginner challenges to help people get into and understand the art form.

Kat halves her pace while they cross that one. It is an act of iron will that she does not stop altogether, though her neck still cranes around behind her shoulder as she goes.

She stops. She spins on her heels and drags Caster back, double time. With an enormous grin on her face, she puts a controller in his hands.

"Ok so for this one the trick is that you want to switch to your special 'cause it does double damage to the dinosaur compared with your beam. And if you let him grab you in his claws after you've dealt lethal damage he'll actually explode faster? I think it's 30 hits so just keep track..."

She stands up on her tippy toes. And then she hops up and down when the excitement gets too much. Please. Please. Please try it. Please love it. Please see it, at long last. That a gnome in every pot is not the dream of the Terraced Lake. That there's nothing that needs fixing and nothing brutal that needs vanquishing and no victims that need saving.

That this world is already beautiful.