Jay seems a bit confused; she's following the conversation relatively well, but it's going a bit quickly for her.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Eat people?" Jay blanches. The word 'cannibal' doesn't mean much to her, but she certainly gets what he means.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
All truly wise thoughts have been thought already thousands of times; but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, till they take root in our personal experience. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe