Pale King: I'm here! I'm here! Where is—
Unn: Right over there.
White Lady, half laying on a bench: Worry not my dearests, I assure you both that I am completely fine.
Pale King: ... Right. Uh huh. Certainly. I completely and utterly believe you, love, which is why I'm going to hand you these antitoxin vials so that you may choose the ones that you need right now.
Unn: So, how far along are you on those soil testing kits?
Pale King: Nearly done.
White Lady: You needn't worry about those, I'm perfectly capable of detecting what toxins lay in the soil and in what quantity.
Unn: And yet you still never honestly relay that back to us before you start working. It's almost like you're the primary reason we need the kits in the first place.












