[thank god he knew about the head, because his poor, British heart was not going to be able to take seeing this with no logical explanation in his brain. despite having a good idea what that bag was he absolutely stops and stares, wondering if he was somehow already at the stage of no sleep where he was hallucinating things.]
[... nope, it was ema. was he really surprised. he clears his throat, probably having been on his way to the garden then seeing this masterpiece.]
Ema, is that... [he can't bring himself to say 'the head we found in the fridge.' he just can't.]
ema's a hero
[... nope, it was ema. was he really surprised. he clears his throat, probably having been on his way to the garden then seeing this masterpiece.]
Ema, is that... [he can't bring himself to say 'the head we found in the fridge.' he just can't.]