The pizzas are demolished.
It grows dark.
Sweezus and Arthur have cycled away with a ladder between them.
The red seaweed concoction is cooling, and forming a brick.
Perhaps there was no need to boil it, says Gaius.
I should have looked up how they make nori, says Louisa.
Can I have the brick? asks Terence.
No, says Louisa. It may be recoverable.
If it isn't, says Terence.
Okay, says Louisa.
We get the brick! says Terence, to Baby-Glossy.
Peut-être, says Baby Glossy.
Is that French for potato? asks Terence.
No, says Louisa. Perhaps.
Make your mind up, says Terence.
Louisa looks up how to make nori.
You're right, Gaius. They don't boil the seaweed, they chop it and mix it with water to form a slurry. Then they spread it inside a wooden frame with a mat underneath. Then they lift the mat to let the water drain off. It's like making paper.
Is there any more seaweed? asks Gaius.
Yes, heaps, says Louisa. Let's try it.
She starts chopping what's left of the asparagopsis armata.
Looks like you get the brick, Terence, says Louisa.
Yippee! says Terence. Hello, brick.
Wotami? says the brick, through one of its bubble holes, which has set open.
My brick, says Terence.
Notwotami, says the brick.
It does not wish to be comme un brick, peut-être, says Baby-Glossy.
Peut-être, says the brick.
Ask it what it wants, says Terence.
It wishes to be un peut-être, says Baby-Glossy.
Yes I wish to be un peut-être, says the brick. And I have further questions regarding my state.
He has un list de questions, says Baby-Glossy.
Ask one, says Terence.
Working backwards from here, says Peut-être, what is my future?
Woo! says Terence. Why working backwards?
Because that's my LAST question, says Peut-être. Second to last is, why did you boil me?
You were too hairy, says Terence.
But to what end? pursues Peut-être.
To both ends, says Terence.
I was growing on a rope, says Peut-être. Floating, peaceful, in pristine waters, undulating softly, in situ...
And now, says Terence, you're not recoverable.
Full marks to Terence for remembering this.
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