* ( . . . She sighs , pointing down to the pork and beans , giving it a thumbs to the side . Pointing at the empty pie plate , she gives a thumbs up . Then goes back to eating . )
*I'm glad. I wasn't sure since I don't cook it often.
(*You move to sit with her. Fidgeting.)
*I have not cooked it since before the war. So apologies if it's lacking.
* a ... bear.
[ You pause again. Come to think of it, your family crest bears ( heh ) a depiction of a brown bear. ]
* ah don't. uhm. think ah'm ' kind '. but thank you, law .
* ( . . . That's the โ Whatever . Whatever . , She'll catch him off guard . )
* ( She slings the rifle back onto her back and starts signing . )
* < What are you doing here . >
[ PAPYRUS REACHES FORWARD, PLACING A HAND ON THE BARREL TO PUSH IT DOWNWARDS WITH HIS STARTLING STRENGTH! ]
NOW, NOW, STRANGER WHO HOLDS AN ALARMING AMOUNT OF GUNS! IT'S NOT VERY COOL OF YOU TO GO AROUND SHOOTING AT SKELETONS OF MY INTIMIDATING CALIBER! WHAT IF YOU HURT SOMEONE!