Warner the Rubber Hose

“I mean— it sorta would be science? But not my science. I’m a chemist, not a… whatever-ist that would deal with that. Energy-ist?” He frowns and shakes his head before demanding, “Why in the world are you getting in this spat with me?”

She sticks her tongue out playfully. “I never properly thanked you for letting me stay at your camp for a night, did I? Think you’re above sharing some ‘thanks a bunch’ pie with a dame like me?”

“Oohh!? So what does that pie taste like?” He chirped. “Apple? Birchnut? Moleworm?”

“Is moleworm pie a thing?” She made a sour face at the thought. “It’s dragonfruit! Makes you feel warm in the belly…Plus it has ‘dragon’ in the name.”

“Definitely a thing.” He pointed out cheerily. “And fairly tasty! But a dragonfruit pie sounds like a close second.”

“Here, then! Hold on…” Willow slung off her backpack to unveil the sweet. “By the way, it took forever to find dragonfruit seeds. And grow them. You’d think those pigs would be a little less eager to steal my food when they’re wearing wigs and proper clothes, but noooo!”

“You offend me as a scientist.” He scowls, “Those things at least make some sort of sense. Do you have some sort of vendetta against me or something? Some other me?”

“No, they don’t! It’s complete nonsense. ” Warner pressed. “I would love to watch a ‘certified’ scientist extract energy from a sleeping subject’s bad dreams. Can you? Mister Scientist?”

“It is not complete nonsense.” Warner’s getting on Wilson’s nerves and he can help but give a little growl, “What? That’s impossible for me, why in the world would I do that? That’s not science.”

"So it's not nonsense, but also 'not science' and 'impossible'? Sounds like you're either a Chickfish with no guts or just a terrible scientist."

“You offend me as a scientist.” He scowls, “Those things at least make some sort of sense. Do you have some sort of vendetta against me or something? Some other me?”

"No, they don't! It's complete nonsense. " Warner pressed. "I would love to watch a 'certified' scientist extract energy from a sleeping subject's bad dreams. Can you? Mister Scientist?"

Wilson hadn’t been outright insulted for such a random thing before. So his immediate reaction is to flinch with a scowl, “Well, at least I’m not the one who defies science. I’m fuzzy, not hairy. What a way to meet someone new…”

"Buddy..." He smiled wide. "We're in a place with Pigmen and literal Nightmare Fuel. Science has no bearings here."

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She sticks her tongue out playfully. “I never properly thanked you for letting me stay at your camp for a night, did I? Think you’re above sharing some ‘thanks a bunch’ pie with a dame like me?”

“Oohh!? So what does that pie taste like?” He chirped. “Apple? Birchnut? Moleworm?”

“Is moleworm pie a thing?” She made a sour face at the thought. “It’s dragonfruit! Makes you feel warm in the belly…Plus it has ‘dragon’ in the name.”

"Definitely a thing." He pointed out cheerily. "And fairly tasty! But a dragonfruit pie sounds like a close second."

She sticks her tongue out playfully. “I never properly thanked you for letting me stay at your camp for a night, did I? Think you’re above sharing some ‘thanks a bunch’ pie with a dame like me?”

"Oohh!? So what does that pie taste like?" He chirped. "Apple? Birchnut? Moleworm?"