I'm better at campfire cooking myself. But that is correct--it seems humanity died out a long time ago on this world. They're still learning about how best to show us hospitality.

[He's familiar, but certainly not the same person. Nobody ages in reverse, after all. And the air about him is rather different as well, isn't it? There's a sort of..... lightness to this man, an air of energy he's unaccustomed to. He must just be a poor judge of faces from this particular culture, unused to picking apart the subtle differences in features.

Given the lingering look he'd given Huaisang, it's only fair that the man stare in return, he supposes? Green hair seems to be something of a rarity in many people's worlds here. Even so, he can't help but wince a little at the clear danger of this distraction; Seteth reaches for one of the peelers on the table, offering it over handle-first.]

You may find these more agreeable to use.