[ Nanaue sits on one side of the wreath circle, busy at work. At either side of him are a pair of feety fish (what appear to be grouper, now given their own pairs of human-like legs) and Baby, the bipedal baby seal. For his part of the wreath he's winding a piece of old, tattered netting like ribbon around the base, while Baby messily paints over it in pink with a brush. The feety fish are... not really helping so much as darting around, confused.
Suddenly, Nanaue coughs, then hacks, then spits into his hand a fleshless fish skull - presumably from the fish bucket in the corner. He offers it to Baby, who offers it to whomever is next to it, staring at you with its wide, black eyes.
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Suddenly, Nanaue coughs, then hacks, then spits into his hand a fleshless fish skull - presumably from the fish bucket in the corner. He offers it to Baby, who offers it to whomever is next to it, staring at you with its wide, black eyes.
How could you not accept this gift?? ]