They age, Tink said. And die like humans. I'm a brownie. Therefore, I do not need to feed. I just age very, very, very slowly.I'm guessing you're probably still in your toddler years then, Ren muttered from up front.Tink snorted. I'll have you know that I'm two hundred years old.My eyes widened as I looked over at him. What?Faye laughed softly. Brownies can live to be over a thousand years old. In human years, he's barely twenty.Ren snickered.Tink's eyes narrowed.
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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Tink, a brownie character, explains to Ren that while humans age and eventually die, he ages very slowly and doesn't need to eat in the same way. He reveals his age as two hundred years, which surprises Ren, who humorously comments on Tink's apparent youth. Tink's longevity raises questions about the differences between human and brownie lifespans.

Faye adds context by informing them that brownies can live for over a thousand years, indicating that Tink's two centuries amount to just a fraction of a human's life experience. Ren's laughter further highlights the contrast in their ages, emphasizing the unique nature of magical beings compared to humans.

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