[THE QUANTITY OF CLOWNS THIS CAR IS CAPABLE OF CARRYING WILL CONFOUND YOU!]
[Wrath shuts one eye, seemingly in thought, his lips moving silently as he counts in his head. There was a time when he would have needed to see his fingers for that, but he is older and wiser now. He can do numbers without looking!]
... Seven.
Um.
Maybe eight?
[Scar had... come and gone more, back then. And there had been other humans too, sometimes.]
[But he shrugs. That was then. This is now.]
[And the blue cat who is no longer blue or a cat has never had peanut butter crackers.]
[Wrath makes a noise-- a sort of incredulous, businesslike scoff, and beckons Loop to follow.]
no subject
[Wrath shuts one eye, seemingly in thought, his lips moving silently as he counts in his head. There was a time when he would have needed to see his fingers for that, but he is older and wiser now. He can do numbers without looking!]
... Seven.
Um.
Maybe eight?
[Scar had... come and gone more, back then. And there had been other humans too, sometimes.]
[But he shrugs. That was then. This is now.]
[And the blue cat who is no longer blue or a cat has never had peanut butter crackers.]
[Wrath makes a noise-- a sort of incredulous, businesslike scoff, and beckons Loop to follow.]
You have to try peanut butter crackers.
[TIME FOR KITCHEN 2.]