Carlo
"What's your favourite?" Carlo wonders immediately. "Mine are those sour gummy crocodiles. They do sharks too, I think." Which feels topical, especially given their prior identities as the toothy, large finned creatures. As for what the spirits do with the candy he and his brother bribe them with, he's honestly not sure, a slow frown drawing his eyebrows together. "Maybe they collect it, or give it out again if they feel generous? There are loads of gummy worms in our sister's house anyway for some reason, so there's always something to give them."
As Fern will undoubtedly learn very soon if they continue hanging around each other, which feels less like an option and more like an inevitability at this point. The reminder of being detectives - and Fern's delight at also wanting in on the adventure - is enough to have him so enthralled that he almost forgets to stop in front of Pretzel Planet, nearly stumbling as a result and having to spend a few moments arranging the prodigal coat around their esteemed doctor surgeon detective.
"Sort of!" he announces, because who can really say what happens when you take a nap? Who's to say it isn't death's cold grip? "People get really sleepy out there lately. Even our dad fell asleep, and he can basically stay up forever now. We're gonna try and find out why." Too intrigued by this aforementioned mystery, Carlo runs out of words to appropriately say hey, should we get a pretzel now to go with this wonderful discussion? and instead simply points at the stall in before them.
As Fern will undoubtedly learn very soon if they continue hanging around each other, which feels less like an option and more like an inevitability at this point. The reminder of being detectives - and Fern's delight at also wanting in on the adventure - is enough to have him so enthralled that he almost forgets to stop in front of Pretzel Planet, nearly stumbling as a result and having to spend a few moments arranging the prodigal coat around their esteemed doctor surgeon detective.
"Sort of!" he announces, because who can really say what happens when you take a nap? Who's to say it isn't death's cold grip? "People get really sleepy out there lately. Even our dad fell asleep, and he can basically stay up forever now. We're gonna try and find out why." Too intrigued by this aforementioned mystery, Carlo runs out of words to appropriately say hey, should we get a pretzel now to go with this wonderful discussion? and instead simply points at the stall in before them.
today you are the king and the day belongs to you
