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[cachemoney]

[Here's Fiona looking confused. This might easily be mistaken for Fiona looking annoyed, because she also kind of is that. She's connoyed. Annfused.

She holds up a glossy photo of a grinning skeleton wearing sunglasses, signed "Papyrus."]

Does anyone know what the hell this is? [Is this a weird prank. On the off chance it's not, though --] And also if it's. Supposed to be yours. Did anyone lose a... whatever this is?

Comments

[moneyman]

[ he shrugs. ] I dunno. You should probably fix that, though. I met him right after I got here. He's pretty friendly!

[ and also, alive. somehow. eventually he just stopped asking questions. ]

[cachemoney]

Sooo, not something that likes to feast on the flesh of the living. [Foreshadowing...]

[moneyman]

Pfft, no way. I'm not sure if he eats anything, to be honest. He likes to make spaghetti, though. For... some reason.

[ who is he to question something that brings his skeleton friend such joy? ]

[cachemoney]

Well... there's no rule that says skeletons can't cook for their friends. I guess. [She is not aware of any rules about skeletons, really.]

[moneyman]

That's true! I'd like to try some sometime. Never had a meal cooked by a skeleton before. I wonder if it tastes any different?

[cachemoney]

I'm assuming he doesn't have taste buds. So. Really rolling the dice, there.

[moneyman]

...Oh. God, you're right. [ pause. ] I dunno, I'd still try it, I think. I mean, he was so enthusiastic about it, I'd feel like an asshole if I didn't...

[cachemoney]

[Oh my god. Vaughn.] ...did he offer you spaghetti?

[moneyman]

[ uhhhhh... ]

Y...es...? I didn't... really think anything of it. [ this isn't weird, is it?? ]

[cachemoney]

Ummm. I would just... be careful. Maybe take an antacid just in case.

[moneyman]

Right. Good plan. It sounded like he's had plenty of practice, but... yeah. Better safe than vomiting up spaghetti, I guess.

[cachemoney]

That's me, always looking out for you.