Lucas suffered from portal sickness on top of teleport sickness, which I know he hoped wouldn't happen since they're technically two different things. That kind of sucks for him but at least he has space to puke again.
I'm more focused on the situation at-hand than helping Lucas, however, as there's something a lot worse than him puking to the side of the Dungeon Gate.
The person it was suggested I rescue is still in the starting area for what looks to be a very good reason and is currently under attack. He's throwing stones he's picking up from the ground at the birds that keep flying in close, though his attacks are fairly weak.
Part of that is probably because he's scrawny while the other part is probably because he's covered in injuries. Adrenaline is no doubt the only reason he's even able to keep going right now and I'm surprised he hasn't been killed yet.
"No!" He yells at them as I rush over. "Go away! I am NOT TASTY!"
A [Stone Bullet] slams into the bird nearest to him and it drops like a rock. The other birds jerk back and look toward me, staring at me while staying in place. Even with the flapping of their wings, they're only bobbing a little. Some sort of magic must be keeping them in place, though there's no spell circle I can see for that.
Interesting, but not something important at the moment.
"I'm your enemy now," I inform the birds.
It seems that they're not sure of what to do now that one of their own has been not just wounded but killed as they're still just staring at me.
"Carter!" Wyatt, their victim, exclaims when he looks at me. "Damn, I died and went to heaven, didn't I?" He looks at the birds. "Not so tough now, are you? That sexy dude right there can take you out with one hit!"
Another of the birds is taken out by another [Stone Bullet] while Wyatt continues taunting them now that he feels safe. I'm not surprised by how quickly he's changed modes, Wyatt's a bit like me in that he goes with the flow on the situation.
Now that I know who it is the gods wanted me to rescue, I understand why they think I'll be happy if I rescue him. It has absolutely nothing to do with making my home more secure or stable and everything to do with the fact that he's a friends-with-benefits and I like him as a person.
"Wyatt, move back and shut up," I say as I take out another bird. "You're about to collapse."
"Wow, you're actually killing them," he starts limping on his way to behind me. "Man, I can only get them to fly off after I throw enough rocks. How'd you learn that spell?"
The birds have decided to come after me now, though there are only two of them left and I manage to kill one before they reach me. The other tries to claw my face but I duck, so it flies past me. It turns and tries to soar back toward us, only to get a [Stone Bullet] to the face.
"Squirrels used it on me so I learned it and used it on them," I tell Wyatt.
"Man, I love you so damn much," he says. "Figured if anyone was prepared for surviving after a magical apocalypse, it'd be you. I've seen that supply room in your place, you've got a ton of food and stuff in there. Best place to be, in my opinion. Not as many people as a store would have, and also has someone who's both at least tried to be prepared and is also hot. Tried to get to you but ended up not making it yesterday. Managed to get to the park this morning but some damn slimes came after me. Decided to take my chances through the portal than get killed by a blob of goo and been under attack every half-hour or so since. Pro-tip: don't go near the edges. It's a pretty scary fall. Or go near and check it out. Pretty neat look if you don't have vertigo or whatever it is. Oh, hey, you're cute. You look a bit sick, though. You alright?"
Wyatt talking so much is partially his personality and partially him trying to stave off passing out, I think. He doesn't normally talk that much at once, at least, so it's probably him trying to stay conscious.
"Portal sickness," Lucas says.
"Yeah, I got sick coming through, too," Wyatt says. "Took me a few minutes to recover. Hey, Carter, do you know healing magic? I feel woozy and the pain's coming back now that the adrenaline's wearing off."
"We'll do you one better," I tell him. "We have healing potions. Lucas, sit down and recover more. Drink some water and eat something."
"You have food?" Wyatt wobbles a little. "Whoa. What are those boxes?"
Apart from the ring, everything from the incentive came in small boxes that suggest it all appeared in token form. Rather than appearing within the storage ring, it all appeared on the ground in front of the portal.
I force Wyatt to sit down near the gate so the idiot isn't standing if he passes out, then tell him about what I know while looking for the right box. It doesn't take too long to find it, then I open it and remove one of the tokens. The token glows blue for a second, then five bottles of crimson liquid appear on the ground.
This was the one of the boxes for the [Recovery Potion Pack]s, which comes with fifteen tokens each, evenly split between healing, aura recovery, and mana recovery. Each token contains five of the respective token, for a total of seventy-five per box.
And the god gave me five of these boxes… I'm going to go with the thought that they probably have bigger allotments for worlds in a situation like the one Earth is currently in. That, or a god burned their entire allotment on that incentive.
Lucas insists on healing Wyatt's lesser injuries before he starts drinking the potions, so I help with that. Since he has injuries on nearly every part of him and his clothes are completely torn apart, Wyatt just gets naked so we can treat him effectively.
A full bottle of healing potion is consumed between each healing session, and my higher Magic makes my [Lesser Heal] more efficient. It doesn't allow it to heal bigger injuries, but it does allow it to heal what it works on faster.
"Do any of those have something to get clean with?" Wyatt asks once he's fixed up. "And maybe clean clothes? I'm kind of, uh… bloody. Thank fucking goodness that burning feeling is gone."
"It is?" Lucas asks.
"It would be," I say. "Know how outside of here has as much ambient Mana as a Rank 3 Dungeon? This is Rank 0, so the ambient levels are much lower. Significantly. Enough that we're probably going to recover Aura."
"Oh, yeah, that thing?" Wyatt asks. "I did recover a point of it while in here but then I got attacked and lost it again."
"It mitigates damage based on the strength of the injury's cause, how much Aura you have, and your Constitution," I tell him. "That burning was because of damage you suffered due to how much Mana is in the air outside of here. Our area has an extremely high amount – the highest on Earth right now. The potions will probably restore 20 Aura per dose if they're like the mana potions. Just so you know, air has ambient magical energy in it and there are a few stats which affect one's resiliency to it."
As I explain this, I pull out a token for those potions, then hand him one. Rather than restoring 20 Aura per dose, they only restore 10 Aura. Less effective than a [Basic Mana Potion] but more effective than a [Basic Healing Potion].
He drinks half an ounce of it, then hands it to me. I drain enough to restore me to full, then offer Lucas the choice of this one or one which hasn't been used by someone else. He looks at the bottle with a slightly wary eye, then grabs another bottle and downs some from it. Since he doesn't know Wyatt at all, it's understandable he might not want to drink from the same bottle as him.
"H-how do you two kn-know each other?" Lucas asks.
"We're friends-with-benefits," I answer.
"Only because you don't want to date," Wyatt says.
"Sort of like my thing with Dakota," I tell Lucas. "He's a bit of a nut but is alright."
"He looks smaller than me."
"It's because of how skinny he is," I start going through the boxes here until I find what I'm looking for. "He's an inch taller than you are. Now eat that granola bar instead of staring at it and Wyatt, you're getting cleaned up, just give me a minute to set something up. While I do that, make your choices."
"My choices?"
"I think your first Quest is getting canceled," I toss him the token. "The [Starter Pack]s are meant to help us get started in the aftermath of the Mana Flood and the Quest is designed not for giving them to us but for letting us know about the shops."
"It canceled," he tells me. "Said I no longer qualify to receive the reward. Whoa. That's a lot of shit."
"It is," I say. "Take your time."
Now that things have calmed a little, I take in the Dungeon's environment. It's something I noticed pretty fast but that wasn't the time to focus on it.
The first of the things I note is that though the Dungeon Gate here is nearly identical to the one we passed through outside, there's no dense fog within it. It's just the archway and canopy and nothing else.
That's as clear a sign as any that while we came from that way, we can't return through it. That follows the information that we can't leave until after we clear the Stage and is minor, so I don't need to look at it much.
The second of the things to take note of is the weather here. It's warmer than outside but not quite summer weather, reminding me more of springtime. Lucas has already pulled off his hoodie, and I pull off mine as well. Cool air but not cold feels nice and I don't want to sweat more than necessary here. I'll get a shirt to put on after I make sure everything is taken care of.
The third and probably most important of the things here is the terrain of the Dungeon. The island we're on is mostly flat and there aren't any trees on it, though there are plenty of flowers growing in the grass. It's not even close to being a traditional grove but it is a meadow.
That's just one of the islands, however. The "Island Grove" isn't an island with a grove on it but a cluster of floating islands. We're on one that looks to be roughly circular and around five hundred feet in diameter, with a pond at the center.
From the northeastern side of the pond flows a stream that continues all the way to the edge of the island, if we call the Dungeon Gate "south" and facing "north". When the stream reaches the edge of the island, it continues over the edge, falling endlessly into the void below.
Since the Dungeon Gate is only about twenty feet from the southern edge of the island, I'm able to quickly check what's below. As Wyatt said, it's not for people with vertigo as there's nothing down there.
Below is the same as above, a blue sky with a faint grey tinting to it, though with more of the grey below than above. It eventually fades into total greyness and I'm sure that if something fell down there, it would disappear from reality. Even without the golem telling me that outside of a Dungeon's bounds is a void, that doesn't look like a fall from which anyone could recover.
I step away from the edge and look toward a structure on the island, an archway made of a vine-like root. Or maybe it's a root-like vine? It has a slightly twisted look to it with smaller ones twisting around it, and there are a few in varying size scattered here and there on the island.
Two of the vine-root structures branch off of the island, one of which connects to another that's a little bit higher than this one. I can't see where the other one goes as it drops down off the island toward the northwest, but it might lead to another island as well.
The island which I can see connected to us via a vine-root bridge looks about fifty or sixty feet thick and maybe the same width as ours. Two streams flow over its edges, one within view and one seen from under the island. Endlessly flowing into the void, the waterfalls must have some sort of infinite water source.
I can't imagine the pond on this island would still look full with a seventeen-foot-wide river flowing out of it. Not with how long Wyatt's been here for, and the grass goes almost to the edge of it but not quite. That water definitely replenishes.
Other islands are visible in the distance, and it looks like they're all connected by the vine-roots growing out of them. In addition to it being risky to cross between the islands since I'm fairly certain those vine-root things are the path, this place may also be a maze. There may be multiple correct paths or only one, and we won't know for sure until we're traveling.
This is a Dungeon that can take awhile if we don't know the way, and we don't. Extra care will be needed here because of the edges of the islands and the risky bridges between them.
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"C-C-Carter?" Lucas asks as I look around.
"You can."
"B-b-b-but I d-d-didn't-"
"You wanted to know about using one of the clothing set tokens," I say. "Go ahead, though I'll be making a bath for us, too, so you might want to hold off if you plan on taking one. Wyatt needs one for sure."
"A shower would be better," Wyatt says. "But I guess a bath works. How are you making one?"
"With magic," I answer. "Where were the birds coming from?"
"They were hanging out by the pond," he answers. "Just those ones were on this island and nothing else has attacked. Thank fucking goodness."
"Might not mean we're safe," I tell him. "Others could come from another island or hidden somewhere we can't see. I'll take watch while you clean up. You, too, Lucas."
I walk a little bit away from the portal, then begin working my [Earth Mastery] to create a bathtub. The first part of it I create is the base, which is about four inches thick and six feet on each side. After that are the walls, three inches thick and two and a half feet tall. All of those are sealed together with the base and each other, then I smooth the inside to a nearly polish-like state.
A bluish-green spell circle forms above my palm, nearly identical to the [Water Mastery] one but slightly different. It actually is the [Water Mastery] spell circle, but with a difference which was enough for me to earn another Level to the Skill, also raising the Level for [Ice Bullet] as a result.
What makes this [Water Mastery] different from the previous one is that I've altered it not to produce ice but heated water, which is exactly what it does. A one-inch stream of steaming-hot water flows out of the center of the seven-inch spell circle and into the tub.
"Whoa," Wyatt says. "Hot water? That's awesome!"
"Yeah," I say. "I took what I knew from altering the spell circle to make ice and applied to generate heated water. Needed knowledge from my fire spells to do that and I'm glad it worked."
"I'm not going to pretend to understand that," Wyatt says. "But it sounds awesome. Also, how am I washing if I'm going to be in the water that has the blood and sweat? Unless you're going to make some on the side for me to scrub with?"
"Did you find it, Lucas?"
"H-huh?" Lucas looks up from the box he's examining.
"That's the one," I tell him. "The tokens for the body wash and for the shampoo/conditioner have words on them, while the one with a crystal just has a crystal design. You can inspect through the System and get the information that way, too, if you're still uncertain."
I'd noticed him looking through the boxes while Wyatt watched me and assumed he was looking to see if one of those was among them. While I didn't tell him what all of the reward for the incentive was, it was logical to include more of that for a situation like this.
"O-okay," he says.
Lucas pulls out the correct tokens, then pulls out one for a shower pouf before examining a few more tokens. The kit comes with towels in pairs and after a few seconds of thought, Lucas pulls two of those out. With each one, he seems to focus on something for a few moments. The first pair of towels are dark blue while the second pair are dark green.
"It lets us pick the colors," Lucas tells me. "Um… did for the shower pouf, too."
"I know," I say. "Figured you'd pick either blue, brown, or green based on the stuff you picked out yesterday."
"That is so cool," Wyatt says.
"Comes from the reward for coming in here within a day," I tell him. "The crystal that Lucas pulled out is water maginiite and it purifies water it's in contact with. You can literally just get into the bath and scrub yourself and you'll get clean. Might mess with soaps, but you can scrub out and then dip in if that's the case."
Since Wyatt's already naked, he climbs into the bath now and sinks down into it, sighing in relief as the hot water seeps into his muscles and bones. I focus on continuing to fill the bath, noting that though Lucas looks a little bit nervous, he strips naked and climbs in after setting the cleaning stuff down, sitting opposite of Wyatt.
Unless I'm mistaken, he slipped in the maginiite before undressing.
"Alright," I say once the bath is filled. "I'll reheat the water as needed, though it should take some time for it to cool down."
"Are you going to join us?" Wyatt asks. "There's plenty of space, you know."
The size of the bathtub was because I suspected Lucas would want to get in as well and I wanted there to be enough space for both of them to stretch out and not worry about bumping.
"I'm going to make sure the area is secure," I tell them. "Just because you only saw those monsters, that doesn't mean there aren't others. After that, we'll make something to eat and discuss our plan. There's no sun in here so unless there's a daylight shift, we'll be having this light all night. It's already pretty late outside so we can either stay camped here for the night or try to at least clear another island or two, then set up camp."
Wyatt and Lucas both look up at the sky, which is light blue with a faint grey tone to it, as if there are some very thin clouds covering it. However, there is absolutely zero sun anywhere within view. No dusk effect on the horizon, either.
"You never cease to amaze me with the things you notice," Wyatt says. "Nor the things you don't. Can you get my back? I should start scrubbing so it all comes off. I've seen some of the blood come off and it just dissolved away, which is really fucking neat."
"I-I-I can do it," Lucas tells him. "J-just turn around a-a-and I'll g-g-get you."
"Thanks, Lucas," I say. "If Wyatt gets too touchy-feely for your comfort, just slap his hands and he'll stop. This area should be safe but I'll still keep an eye on it. Keep your eyes peeled as well. If you see something coming and it's not me and I haven't noticed, holler."
"W-w-will do."
"Aye-aye, Captain!" Wyatt salutes.
As they clean up, I walk around the area in an attempt to find additional monsters and see what potential hazards might be around. When I draw near one of the vine-root structures, I spot a trio of the same type of bird monsters which attacked Wyatt.
They watch me but don't attack, which I find curious. Each of them resembles a falcon and has grey-and-white feathers, their beaks, talons, and eyes golden. When I'm about fifteen feet away from the birds, they shift as if ready to take flight, but away from me.
Why would they seem wary of me rather than hostile? They're monsters, aren't they? I'm pretty sure they're the same as the ones I took out for Wyatt, though now that I think about it, I didn't collect those ones' remains.
Curious, I take a few steps back and begin casting [Air Bullet]. The moment I do, all three birds take flight and soar toward me.
I'm not able to shootoff the attack before the birds reach me, so instead, I bring my arms up to protect my face. When they reach me, I can feel their claws on me yet no pain. They're weak enough that my Aura is able to completely nullify the damage they'd have dealt when combined with my 16 Constitution, with what looks to be around 0.6 Aura each.
"My turn," I aim my hand at one of the birds and the greyish-white spell circle I was creating finishes forming.
An [Air Bullet] shoots forward and blasts through the head of my target. Now that I know the birds can't hurt me with their attacks, I'm not concerned about their swoops at all. Taking them out is easy, then I inspect their corpses. No window pops up with that, but plucking a white-and-grey feather from one of them does yield some information. It's the same as when inspecting monster remains outside.
[Swiftwing Falcon Feather] A feather of a swiftwing falcon, imbued with wind magics to make it lighter and enhance the falcon's flight.
These ones didn't seem all that fast but I guess it's because they're Rank 0 monsters early into a Dungeon. Chances are, they're equivalent to someone without a Class or only a single Level in one. That's probably why they were so weak that 16 Constitution meant that having less than 100 Aura at the moment allowed me to suffer no injury from their attacks.
I move the birds into my ring, then continue my check of the area. Most of the birds I encounter are on the massive vine-roots and are just as weak as the first two groups of them. As I walk around, nothing else attacks so I'm going to assume they're all that's here right now.
"Alright," I say when I return to the gate area, where Lucas and Wyatt are still soaking in the bath, sitting across from each other. "We should be safe and that's plenty enough loot, too. Swiftwing falcons are wind-attuned, so that's going to help with making the seals if we can find air slimes here or outside."
"Seals?" Wyatt asks.
"Will explain later," I tell him. "Water still warm? Why's the crystal out?"
"Yeah," Wyatt answers. "We pulled the maginiite out for scrubbing clean, then put it back in to purify the water. Since we're all cleaned up now, Lucas suggested we remove it."
"Ah, cool," I say. "Lucas, since Wyatt's probably starving, let's do a meal crate rather than pouches. More food that way."
"W-w-want me to cook?" He asks. "W-wait, w-we don't have a-a-anything to m-m-make f-f-fire with. D-d-d-do the cooking basics p-p-packs come with something f-f-for that?"
"No," I tell him. "But I'm pretty sure those vine-root things are wood. Will take a little bit of extra magic to dry them out but I can do that and we can use it for fuel. You can cook if you want to."
Lucas nods, then gets out of the bath and starts drying off. I go through the boxes until I find the one I'm looking for: one of the [Basic Tool Pack]s. From within it, I locate the token for an axe and pull it out of the box.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," I tell them. "There shouldn't be anything attacking but if something does and I don't notice, make sure to yell."
I head over to the nearest vine-root arch and start taking my axe to it. About fifteen minutes after I begin, I have some decent-sized logs that need drying out with magic to be effective firewood. On top of that, I've learned something very curious.
The vine-root structures resemble an extremely thick vine with a slightly-twisted look, with slimmer vine-roots twisting around it in varying sizes.
When I first cut through a four-inch vine-root around the bigger one, some sort of liquid begins to leak out of it. There's not a strong flow, but I switched to another of the slimmer vine-roots after that so it could drip more.
Even after I finish chopping up enough wood for a suitable fire, the liquid is still dripping. If I had brought a jar with me, I could have caught it all rather than letting it drip out, though it does seem it'll flow at least a little while. That means that if I want to collect some, it won't take forever.
Putting my left hand under the cut vine, I let a couple of drops land on my palm before I pull it away and inspect it. The fluid is nearly completely clear, though there's a faint grey tint to it.
[Windroot Sap] Sap of a windroot, filled with the power of air.
This may be useful in alchemy. It might also make for a delicious syrup if we can figure out how to make syrup and there's enough sugar in it. I'm not sure if this kind of sap works for syrup or not, that's not something I ever learned about.
I lick the few drops of sap off my palm and find it has a flavor a little bit similar to maple syrup. Maybe it can be turned into syrup, then. If one of us knows how to make it or we can find a way to learn. I know it has something to do with boiling but that's as far as my knowledge on this extends.
I rub my hand on my pants, then put the cut wood into my ring and bring it over to the camp. Lucas has gotten dressed in a set of blue shorts and a grey t-shirt, while Wyatt is in a pair of grey shorts and a red t-shirt. Both of them are sitting by the boxes of tokens for my incentive, discussing what to do for dinner.
"-just do a second meal pouch if we're still hungry?" Wyatt asks Lucas as I approach.
"You could if you want," Lucas says. "They're pretty filling on their own, though. If you're really hungry now, you can eat one of the bars from our backpacks. I'm sure Carter won't-oh, hey, Carter."
"I wouldn't mind," I say. "There's trail mix in them, too. That said, the ring storage space is pretty expansive so if you wanted to open up your meal bars box or meal pouch token from your [Starter Set], Wyatt, you can."
Didn't I already suggest we do a meal crate?
"How expansive is it?" Wyatt asks.
"A cube fifty feet on each side," I answer. "So we'll be able to hold a lot. Once it converts to just a [Dungeon Loot Storage Ring], however, that space will be a lot smaller. Not sure what the dimensions will be then."
"Oh, okay," he grabs his [Starter Pack]'s box and opens it, then pulls out a token. "Did you put the wood in there, then?"
"Yeah," I conjure some stones.
Since the grills from the cooking kits fit the pit I have at home, I make one the same size as it, though the stones aren't quite the same shape as those ones. It doesn't matter, since the pit works anyway.
I pull out the logs of vine-roots from my ring, then use [Water Mastery] the way the tome described to draw the water out of them, dropping it into a bin that Lucas set up. While it isn't pure water, it should be safe for us to use even if we don't boil it first. We can also use the water maginiite to purify it, though that won't make it potable since ultrapure water is actually bad to drink.
Some of the logs split as I draw the water out due to drawing it out too fast, but it doesn't matter if they split or not since they're just for firewood. The construction guide tome warned about this sort of thing so I know I'll have to mind it if doing this for construction or crafting.
"That is fucking neat," Wyatt comments once I finish.
"What did you pick for your Skill?" I start setting up the fire.
"[Air Bullet]," he answers. "Seems good to snipe 'em from a distance. Used the scroll while you were getting the wood."
"Alright," I say. "Didn't think you'd go for something physical. Always seemed like the kind of guy who'd prefer throwing things at your enemies than punching them."
"Hey!" He exclaims. "There's nothing wrong with a good fist to the face but if I can take 'em out from a distance? Even better! Would prefer things like grenades, to take 'em out in big groups, but oh, well."
"Will make do with what we have," I say. "Thoughts on staying here and getting some rest after we eat, or moving on and setting up camp elsewhere?"
"S-staying here," Lucas responds. "W-we know it should be r-relatively safe here now, s-so that will give t-time for us to rest up f-for the run t-tomorrow. A-and Wyatt s-should rest as well."
"Yeah," Wyatt stretches. "I'm exhausted and want to rest up. Today was long as fuck."
"Alright," I say. "Then we'll rest here and do three-hour shifts for watching in case of monsters. If something attacks and you can't handle it, make sure to wake me up. Lucas, you take first shift. You're a healer, not a fighter, so the easiest shift should be yours. Since I've cleared the area, it should take a little while for more to come. We'll do it in shifts of three and a half hours. I'll take second shift so my sleep is the one that's interrupted this time. Wyatt, you're third so you can rest uninterrupted. That should help you recover better."
It won't be an eight hours of sleep situation, but seven should be fine for us even with mine getting interrupted. Eight hours for each of us would be twelve hours total and that will just delay how long we're in here a little more. It would be better if we had the five members that's allowed in here at a maximum, but we don't have that.
Which reminds me of something as well.
"Everyone good with this plan?" I ask.
"Yeah," they both respond.
"Alright," I say. "Lucas, go ahead and start dinner. Also, I'm going to make a Party. If I remember what the golem said correctly, you'll both be invited into it. You can accept or not, it's your choice. Just having one here should prevent others from entering here while we're in here."
The extra help might be useful if someone else enters, but that's if we can trust someone who randomly shows up here. I only went to rescue Wyatt because of the incentive from the gods – someone else randomly showing up might not be trustworthy. That's not a situation I want to deal with.
I access the Party menu and create one, and they both accept the invitation immediately. Something interesting I see when they do is that I'm now able to view some more information than just their names. Not only that, but it appears as an unobtrusive window floating in the side of my vision, only clearly in view when I want to look at it.
Carter Elm's Party Lucas Michael Nash Aura: 28/28 Mana: 91/91 Wyatt Nolan Owens Aura: 19/19 Mana: 30/30
"This is awesome!" Wyatt exclaims. "It's like in a game!"
"Y-yeah," Lucas nods. "I-it also means w-we can keep e-easier track of each o-others' states."
"It does," I agree. "Lucas, when we're traveling, you focus on being our supporter. With us having Aura now, most of our injuries should be lesser. Keep track of our Aura to see if we need healing. Wyatt, you'll have my backpack since I have the ring. Everyone will have some of each potion and I'll keep the rest in my storage."
"Got it!" Wyatt says.
"Now," I say. "On to the more important business: dinner. Are we doing what Wyatt picked for his starter pack's meals, or one from my incentive?"