"Is he like... do you get extra power from him or something, that kind of pact? Is that rude to ask? Ignore me if that's rude." The cat is staring at him. Shang Qinghua kind of feels like the cat might be smarter than him.

"Yeah, it is sort of weird? I'm completely unsure how many of us are actually human. I mean, I'm human, but I'm also an immortal cultivator, so I'm also sort of not? I don't know if anyone is like, baseline human. And most people I've met seem to have some kind of like, extra powers. But yeah! No one even has any extra eyes or limbs or anything. Or horns. I have met people way weirder looking than anyone on this boat, we seem to be sort of, regular looking? If very differently dressed." The difference between his fantasy ancient China robes versus Casper's regular t-shirt and hoodie and jeans vs this guy's whole anime-ass deal vs Wet Justice's weird suit robes, like, there is a lot going on on this ship, sartorially.

"Anyway, uh, no, I haven't recognized any of the plants and I don't know of anyone else who has either. Which is like, not ideal probably, since most people need to eat, and we don't know if anything is poisonous or, uh, any other kind of... unpleasant effects." He's still trying to avoid mentioning his paranoia of aphrodisiacs to anyone else, because they're probably all from normal worlds that weren't written to have constant excuses for papapa. But he still doesn't trust that this ship isn't going to spring something weird on him!