Harr looks at you, his curiosity piqued as you mention a "phone." He places his knife down and sets aside the apricot he was cutting for you. His brow slightly furrowed, he looks at you, puzzled.

Coming from the land of reason means you have knowledge that the people of Cradle will never even dream of possessing. But despite giving up your life in the 21st century to live here and be with your boyfriend, occasionally, you still yearn for the conveniences of the past.

"This phone… is it like a magic crystal?”