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[prettypurpleparlor]

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[prettypurpleparlor]

True, but you do know her prior to her appointment to the position, which is certainly more than I do.

[voidster]

Somewhat. She did work with us for a year or two, until...

[He waves a hand. That. The incident. The one he refuses to really go into with most. But he's doing better than he was six months ago, when he could hardly walk a straight line.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

Mm.

[Muffet nods in understanding and doesn't request that he elaborate. It's his business, he doesn't have to talk about it if he doesn't want to.]

Quite skilled at the work, I'd imagine.

[voidster]

She is. Anything to do with robotics or computer programming is second nature to her... and like pulling teeth for me.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Well, we all have our specialties. I do quite well with chemistry and mathematics- rather by necessity, given my profession- but computer programming and your particular brand of physics are both closed books to me.

Closed, and also probably written in wingdings.

[voidster]

There are some written in plain English, but they've left magic out of the equations... for obvious reasons. Someone may correct them someday.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She smiles and asks wryly:]

And has that someone not done so yet because he's currently frantically trying to catch up on absolutely everything?

[voidster]

[Everything he wrote in the past was erased. Ha. Ha.]

I enjoy it.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Welp, that's horrible.]

It does sound like a very engaging pastime, provided you remember to take breaks for meals occasionally.

[voidster]

[Holy deja vu.]

I just ate, as a matter of fact.

[And he clicks a bone finger against the plate, teasingly.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

A fact which delights me beyond measure, I assure you.

[voidster]

I wonder what makes you think I wouldn't?

[prettypurpleparlor]

I've heard stories. Mostly from Sans, because he's figured out that being sufficiently amusing can sometimes get him a discount.

[voidster]

Does that only work for him?

[prettypurpleparlor]

Generally, no, but I do have to give him credit for consistently being better at amusing me than most people.

[voidster]

He worked with us, too, so I know. He was always able to make us laugh and put us at ease.

[That, and Sans is his son. Of course he knows.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

One hopes he stuck to humorous wordplay- I could see practical jokes being very unfortunate from a lab safety standpoint.

[voidster]

Not really, if you limit yourself to filling drawers with marshmallows or wrapping up all of someone's things in gift paper. With little bows on it.

[prettypurpleparlor]

I am legitimately impressed that he could find that many marshmallows on short notice. I order them wholesale for some of the things I bake and they always take far too long to deliver.

[voidster]

My stash mysteriously disappeared the same day he did that.

[prettypurpleparlor]

...You had a marshmallow stash? I would have never guessed.

[voidster]

You know how they say you are what you eat.

My sort of skeletons are really just very, very tightly compressed marshmallow.

[No.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

I am completely certain that you're lying, but I don't know enough about biology to call you on it so I'm just going to let it go.

...Although, technically, I suppose you could make a case for both you and the marshmallows being made of magic. Assuming they were monster food.

[voidster]

Well, yes, it wasn't human food, this was years ago.

And now you know why skeletons can't swim.

[prettypurpleparlor]

I've seen you spill coffee on yourself and that doesn't dissolve you, so I highly doubt that.