because where they end up isn ' t actually where the ball should be . moving after they are down and all that <| sep |> You obviously don ' t live in seattle . <| sep |> Ater poked at the crumbling tacos on his plate , grimacing . Eventually he ended up scooping small pieces into his mouth with a spoon . But at Piper ' s words , Ater seized up . Not exactly a rock . Just small villages . The only food they had were meat they hunted and plants they gathered . Things like tacos . well , they don ' t spend much time trying to make food this fancy . Or this annoying to eat . Ater took a sip of his water , not wanting to spit another glob of taco flesh at the floor . He waved his halffilled glass at the autumnclad student . So how about you , Sylvester ? Where ' d you get those fancy moves of yours ?