At least now I can take that ten year nap...

emet selch could be shaped like a huge triangular wedge and if u asked him if he ate the cheese he'd be like of COURSE you poor souls would be led to such a conclusion. through no help of the exarch i'm sure-- a master of half truths and fables by ommission that he is. that you would stand here and accuse me of eating the cheese begets how truly married to the idea of being at arms you are, for i have never once raised a hand against you and you besmirch my good tidings, my every olive branch, all the same? really, hero, i'd expect you to keep more respectable company by now.

and then you'd ask him okay but did you eat the cheese or not. and he'd be like well of course i did. so what.

like many people have said this better than me but no it IS odd that we've come to think of potatoes as so quintessentially european that their presence in historical fantasy where they're anachronistic doesn't jar. and yes people are trying to have the trappings of post-colonial europe without engaging w the icky colonialism part and yes people are neglecting to imagine what a european cuisine without potatoes would be like.

im fully in favour of 'let people have fun w their fantasy world' but is considering how the potatoes got there in the absence of colonialism not a fun exercise? maybe every year the dragon riders go on a great transatlantic potato pilgrimage

Shuake handholding where they suddenly start squeezing the other's hand as hard as they can, making it a competition about who can bear the pain the longest before tapping out

the persecution of lefthandedness is insane to think about because it was so intense for so long, in some places still is, without any clear profit motivation. sheer love of the game. as late as the 70s at least they were smacking my stepdad's hands for it with a wooden ruler at school, to this day he's in weird ambidexterity situation where he's not great with either side and notably clumsy due to poor hand-eye coordination. just wtf