> Please be something nice and sensible. Please be something nice and sensible.
"It's… I don't know," she shrugs, "Floating wood?"
A giant, rotting tree.
"Like rotten branches of a tree or something?" she doesn't sound entirely sure of herself. "An enormous tree."

> Fail to be something nice and sensible.
"No, wait, not branches. Roots. The roots of a tree gone all septic. A whole bunch of them. It's not very -"
"Wait - A bunch?"
"Yeah. All sort of swirling down toward the - don't you see all of them?"
"Uhh -"
And Bina realizes that she hasn't exactly looked around yet.