Shovels In Spades

"So yes, I am pretty amazing."

"I can tell. I've only ever been to two places before, the place of my formation and this planet. I can't imagine how exciting it must have been to explore as much of the spectroverse as you have."

"It was never easy, but as a moving city, I do get about a bit."

Daz smiled upon hearing the gems conversing with one another upon his return to the city's central square.

'At least they're getting along nicely. Grid even seems a bit more honest than usual. A nice change,' Daz thought as he found a bench and placed himself upon it.

"Welcome back, Master," Icicle greeting.

GriD hummed softly. "Took you long enough. I thought you weren't ever gonna come back."

Daz's smile turned wry. "I had a disagreement with Avulaway. Anyway, I'm a bit busy with some system stuff. I'm here though if either of you need me."

"Oh, that sounds unideal. A disagreement like the one you had with my former master?" the snowglobe questioned with worry.

Daz shook his head. "She's still alive, so no."

"Ah, that's good," Icicle said before she returned to her conversation with GriD.

The purple pillar obviously couldn't care less. It never spoke to anyone but him anyway. Icicle was the first person it had talked to of its own volition in only God knew how long, Daz thought.

He nodded and then spoke to the system in his mind. 'Show me the title system, please.'

It did as requested and showed him a menu system of sorts.