[Perhaps they haven't zeroed in on the most wholesome topic they could have chosen whilst messing around with dead things in front of a macabre structure, but given the setting - and their backgrounds - it seems inevitable. Gideon watches as Claude drops more bones onto the waiting alter, stands back with hands on her hips, only marginally ready to flee or fight. But nothing happens, and she lets out a breath. Of course it wouldn't be that easy.]

Maybe it needs something fresher. Like blood or something? But fuck that noise. It's not getting any of mine.

[Nor Claude's, if she has anything to say about it. She steps in closer, once again dropping down to her knees as she examines the thing from a marginal - is maintained - distance.]

That bone sword sounds rad as hell, by the way. But like, was it actual bones? Were they strengthened with anything? Otherwise how would they hold an edge, or be strong enough to withstand a swordfight?

[Look; he mentioned swords. They have a task to do, sure, but this girl as priorities.]