"SPATULA!" He exclaims, taking the thing with a grin. "Think I can remember that. YOU KNOW, I KNEW A SISTER WHAT WAS BEING NAMED SOMETHING SIMILAR FOR TRUE. Latula, she was." Latula Pyrope, Terezi's ancestor, the Neophyte Redglare. Futurebound sister had a memory all of thorns but this little bit was nice to keep. Would be.
He flips them pancakes over and is pleased to find it ain't too bad looking underneath. Maybe not perfectly golden but not yet charred to a crisp.
His ears fold in some embarrassment, that he ain't yet know these things so as to require showing. But he doesn't protest.
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He flips them pancakes over and is pleased to find it ain't too bad looking underneath. Maybe not perfectly golden but not yet charred to a crisp.
His ears fold in some embarrassment, that he ain't yet know these things so as to require showing. But he doesn't protest.