Rosamund frowns, flicking down the portraits. It's not as if she would take it back. She meant what she said, and she wasn't trying to insult anyone. And what had soured him anyway? What's wrong with a little kindness?]
Well. I don't think I've ever gone purposefully to a grave to take things, but we have taken whatever might be needed when we win a fight. There was a bunch of treasure and magic artefacts in the spider cave, and we took the Baron of the Brick's mechanical carriage...
Oh. Do you suppose hot dogs count? [A beat.] We didn't know what the meat was made of at the time.
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Rosamund frowns, flicking down the portraits. It's not as if she would take it back. She meant what she said, and she wasn't trying to insult anyone. And what had soured him anyway? What's wrong with a little kindness?]
Well. I don't think I've ever gone purposefully to a grave to take things, but we have taken whatever might be needed when we win a fight. There was a bunch of treasure and magic artefacts in the spider cave, and we took the Baron of the Brick's mechanical carriage...
Oh. Do you suppose hot dogs count? [A beat.] We didn't know what the meat was made of at the time.
["We" being exclusively Pinocchio.]