[Emet watches as Hythlodaeus brings his food to him, and then...fashions himself a double-chaired seat. It's so inconvenient for Hythlodaeus being in a world that caters to little men, but he supposes none has a better disposition for such travails than he. Digging out his lunch—prepackaged sandwich rolls filled with Mediterranean adjacent ingredients—he listens as Hythlodaeus prattles on.

It isn't that he even disagrees with his friend outright, but they are powerless to change this world as they are at the moment. Their conquest will be a slow burn, and even still Hythlodaeus was never the sort for such matters. Once upon a time, neither was he.]

I think you will find these mortals are more free of thought, than aught else. However, man ever desires his pleasures, and you may find yourself quite the market. Mayhap even those willing to bargain with your requests, but I advise you do not hold your breath.

[He takes a bite out of one of his rolls, shrugging his shoulders as he chews. If Hythlodaeus discovers a few medicines, that could also be rather profitable, though he's not sure if these mortals deserve such kindness. A thought he won't air in the presence of his friend.

He wouldn't understand.]