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[prettypurpleparlor]

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[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.

[voidster]

Not much water in my coffee, I suppose.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Okay, bullshit.]

Doesn't that charmingly modern phone of yours have internet access? There's free Wi-Fi if you buy something, we can look up how much water is actually in coffee.

[voidster]

I don't know. I generally only use it for the texting. Phone calls tend to be very one sided.

[Anyway, he's checking.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She leans forward and peers over his screen while he types, reading the results upside-down. According to google, a cup of coffee is over ninety-eight percent water by volume.]

[She gives him a flat look- it's the equivalent of wordlessly raising an eyebrow at him, except she doesn't actually have eyebrows.]

[voidster]

[At least she has some hair?

He doesn't stop grinning. (He could, weirdly enough for a skeleton. But he doesn't.)]

What do they know about monster coffee, really?

[prettypurpleparlor]

Nothing that I don't know, certainly- and I know perfectly well that ours is largely water, too.

[voidster]

Then I had better not go swimming in that either.

[prettypurpleparlor]

If nothing else, filling a good-sized pool with the stuff would be terribly expensive.