[In the past 24 hours, Elizabeth has, well, to put it lightly, seen some shit. A skeleton-centaur is not one of these things. She laughs, at first, about to urge him to continue the praise, but then she catches sight of him, and her words fall silent.
There is a part-skeleton, part-horse man talking to her. A centaur. But... almost a dead one. She shakes her head, hoping it's just a dream but nope- there he is, and he seems so friendly.
It's one of the weirder things she's seen.]
Yeah?
I bet you... an ice-cream cone. [She'd always wanted one of those.] If I make it, you buy me one. If I don't, I'll buy you one. Or... whatever it is you want to eat. [Skeleton. Centaur.]
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There is a part-skeleton, part-horse man talking to her. A centaur. But... almost a dead one. She shakes her head, hoping it's just a dream but nope- there he is, and he seems so friendly.
It's one of the weirder things she's seen.]
Yeah?
I bet you... an ice-cream cone. [She'd always wanted one of those.] If I make it, you buy me one. If I don't, I'll buy you one. Or... whatever it is you want to eat. [Skeleton. Centaur.]