"I suppose-? We do try our best to stay positive." Dwelling too much on the reality of their situation could cause one to fall down, but that is left unsaid. Toriel dashes the thought aside for a smile instead.
"I know myself and Sans are fans of puns. Papyrus pretends he doesn't like them. Though you did not hear that from me."
Toriel chortles softly as Asriel turns to jelly at her scratches. Poor boy, her poor itchy son.
"Well, I had thought of ice cream. There is a truck selling some on the boardwalk. If you'd prefer me just scratching your horns of course, we can do that." Toriel has to tease, just a touch.
[Toriel gives a very gentle disapproving sound. Shepard isn't about to get away from the boss monster fussing at her.] Let me heal you at least. Blood is no laughing matter, even if it is a small amount.
[She rummages in her bag, producing some tissues for Shepard to use, offering the little wrapped pack out to the redhead.] I know humans are very hardy, but the matter still stands.
She catches herself from commenting, 'You've had them on the surface'. The reality of where they're both from has started settling in, but not changed her immediate response. Toriel simply smiles back, watching Sans mow on the fruit proper.
"I've had a few before." She answers, leaving the before a touch vague. She gladly takes one of her own. "Though I will never turn down fresh fruit. Who knows when we'll see more of these."
She takes a bite of her own, not particularly caring if it stains her fur a touch pink.
[The way Han sees it, all the meat is mystery meat when you're in a strange place with an unfamiliar ecosystem, right? He gets back to eating, quick but surprisingly neat, considering how messy it is. Years of practice not getting grease on the Falcon's controls, you know.]
Generous.
[Pardon his sarcasm, it's just the gesture falls a little flat when they're on an all-expenses-paid trip. Still. It's an attempt at a peace offering, he thinks, and that's something.]
But, sure. Whatever looks good.
[Which means he's got to finish his food, so for a minute anyway, he shuts up.]
"Hm. Right." (Jasper feels this is a pretty significant mistake to make, and is judging Milly accordingly.) "So what, have you met Peridot? Or..." She grimaces a little. She doesn't much like the idea of anyone on the Moira having met Lapis Lazuli before herself.
Oh-- [She hadn't quite made the connection between the ludicrous novelty shades with their flamingo and palm tree and the more sensible (in theory) ones that Dave has on -- but she's distracted a moment later as she realises how he reached her face.]
Wait, you can fly?
[She reaches up with her claws to hold the sunglasses on as she looks at him in surprise.]
[He looks down at the sand, running his fingers through the fine grains, thinking. Before coming to Moira, he would have laughed, but he's met aliens and million year old robots and wizards so it wouldn't be unreasonable to think that in some universe there are real honest-to-god vampires too. But he still can't shake the possibility that it's a joke of some kind. It's totally something he would do.]
Okaaaay. I was not expecting that.
You're not bullshitting me, right? You drink blood, burn in sunlight, aversion to garlic--which must really suck if you're into Italian food--like...vampire?
[ 'Consideration.' Mmhm. She can imagine just how much consideration there's going to be if he isn't coaxed just a little more and reminded to look after himself. But for now, Ava relents, the gentleness in his tone and in that feeling wrapped around her goading her to do so. Can't help who he is. ]
I'd appreciate it if you did think about it.
[ And that's as far as she can push for the moment, she thinks. At least he's willing to think on it.
She brightens a bit at the notion, nodding, pulling away just slightly. ] I'd like that too. I've done it a few times and it's been a lot of fun, even at night. [ Especially at night, under the stars, when she can take a camera and see what comes out. ] Join me?
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