iStones, april 6

[catpiper]

[You know those pressing, intense questions that keep you up in the middle of the night? Well, this is one such moment and anyone unfortunate enough to be awake, or awakened, during these early morning hours will be hit with an extremely important q from a confused girl.]

What's a joke?

[And, a few seconds later-]

How do you 'prank' someone? Is that a treasure? 

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[catpiper]

A-

[The dead silence isn't because she's trying to refer to the previous jokes she's heard, trying to remember punchlines from earlier answers that will make no sense in context. But nothing ever will, really. He should just resign to that fact now. It's all for comedic effect. She planned this, obviously.

Yeah.]

An appwastice.

[NO.]

[ohshitsweetflips]

[He laughs, a little helplessly, face in his hand. If it were Lup or Magnus, he'd be calling her names for making him crack up at something so dumb, but really, he's the dumb one here for not seeing that coming. To be honest, he didn't think she would be able to get the word 'was' in there, but then she shouldn't be able to get his name in there either.]

That hungry, huh? How 'bout I don't call you late to lunch, then? [Next lesson: rimshot sound effect.]

[catpiper]

[That lesson needs to be now because she sounds distressed at the thought of being late to lunch. It's right after her goblin wandering and she's hungry in the afternoon.]

Don't call late-I run home really fast every day, but I can't run faster than that.

[So if it's a late call yall she can't book it any quicker. It tastes so good when it's hot and warm and fresh from the elf oven. Don't take that away from her.]