two dead kids catch up on life experiences in hell

[ what she wants to say, looking at the blueprints before her in ponderous silence, is simply: Are you stupid? they're going to carve out a ribcage for the middle? between the two of them, whose sculpting talent is he relying on here, exactly? at least he can acknowledge their limitations enough to give up on his grand designs for limbs, or else this would have inevitably ended in tears. (the tears would be hers, from the headache she'd have.)

she doesn't say what she wants to say. what comes out of her mouth instead is: ] ... I think that looks great!

[ she beams at him. ]

I don't have a cloak today... but I could put my cape on him?

[ it's not exactly going to add to his spookiness... ]