Momentarily distracted by the rhythm game he's playing on his phone (headphones mercifully plugged in), Aristotle doesn't respond immediately, but he's beaming when he looks up and joins the conversation. "There are four of us," he points out cheerfully, apparently unfazed by the fact that Harrison volunteered him, "I want to be a middle spoon!" Really, how often does that opportunity come around?
He pauses to consider Trudy's question before scooting closer to her in the small tent, "So show us the bones!"
"Are they clean bones or do they still got meat on 'em?" Uriah sounds suspicious, and also like his game's been foiled. Harrison is starting to blend in with the bland tent wall, and Trudy would rather talk about corpses.
"Okay!" Trudy replies, buoyed by Aristotle's enthusiasm. She pulls out a tupperware container (that will hopefully never be used for food again) out of her bag. "No meat. They were picked mostly clean anyway, so I just finished the job. A careful scourgify is all they really needed." She takes something out of the plastic case and carefully peels back the cloth it's wrapped in. "This one is my favorite. It's a little brown bat." The skull she holds in the palm of her hand could sit on top of a penny, but it's in good condition, with all its sharp little teeth intact. "I'm thinking maybe pendant?" She leans towards the center of the tent, proudly displaying her treasure so that everyone can have a good look.
Despite his general attitude problem, Harrison can't help but shift a little as the other senior starts to speak, and then enough so he can take a peek at Trudy's find once she's opened up the tupperware. Ok, pretty cool. There's the softest noise of approval from him.
Aristotle's mouth forms a sincerely surprised and fascinated 'o' as Trudy takes the lid off of her cursed tupperware, removes the shroud, and explains how she'd found the bones. The skull is basically spotless. Like something that belongs in a museum instead of a plastic sandwich container. Not knowing what else to say, he presses a hand dramatically against his chest and murmurs, "Rest in peace, bat bud."
Then he pauses, looking at Uriah and Harrison before adding, "...It won't break?"
"Well it would probably be fine, with a bit of magical reinforcement? But, I was thinking more along the lines of putting it inside a little glass dome! Since it's so small, and it would look like a mini specimen jar." She hands the little skull to Aristotle to examine, a reward for his enthusiasm, and pulls out another wad of fabric. Inside is what first appears to be white twigs and peddles. "Field mouse bones. Vertebrae, ribs, some other little bones I haven't identified, and part of a jaw. The whole skull wasn't there, though." This is clearly something of a disappointment.
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peckenpaugh2019-10-13 12:17 pm
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He pauses to consider Trudy's question before scooting closer to her in the small tent, "So show us the bones!"
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Those bones had better be cool.
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Then he pauses, looking at Uriah and Harrison before adding, "...It won't break?"
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