Threatenin' Zeppelin!

-It'd been weeks since she'd seen Goopy, who used to come by and visit almost every day, and as much as she didn't like to admit it to herself, she missed the little slime something terribly.-

Hilda: Goopy? You in there?

-As she stood at the forest gates, Hilda felt a shiver of fear. Though she had been to the woods many a time before, she had always been escorted by Goopy. Now...she was alone.-

Color? Deep violet. The shade the sky turns just before the stars come out.

Food? Sky Pancakes with stardust and Rainbow Tea. Obviously. Anything less is an insult.

As for the others…well, I'll be brief. Not all of them are worth the effort.

Most of them I don’t know well outside of observation from the sky. But I can certainly give my impressions.

-Hilda, whom had just been tucking in for a nice nap, reluctantly shuffled to the door. Goopy.-

-Her irritation evaporated instantly as she looked down on the slime, and her eyes flicked to the chocolates in his hands before she could stop herself.-

I drew you a fanart.

Hilda Berg looks at the illustration with her face slowly becoming a bright shade of red.

Boxing...?

Ha, well I initially thought it was nothing but a bunch of sweaty brutes smacking each other around for sport. Very refined, I know. But then, I went to a match- purely out of curiosity, mind you!- And, well, I may have gotten, uh, a little caught up in it. Turns out it's...exciting. Especially when a certain...competitor...is in the ring.

Who happens to be very bouncy. And determined. And-oh stars, fine, it was Goopy. Not that I care. I absolutely do NOT sit there on the edge of my seat cheering him on!

Moonrise or Moonset? Oh, please, as if there's ever a wrong answer when it comes to the moon! They're both wonderful, infinitely better than that garish daytime nonsense everyone else seems to enjoy.

But if I have to choose?

Moonrise, definitely.