“can we go grave digging?”

wednesday knows you’ll say no. she just knows it, especially considering what happened last time you went.

but it’s, like, one of the very few things she likes! and you, heartless monster, would dare deny her of such a pleasure?

…at her desk, wednesday frowns as she looks at thing.

“she said no.”

thing signs back to her, giving a suggestion wednesday doesn’t like. puppy eyes.

but thing’s insistence, and her desperation, makes the goth fold.

turning and walking across the room, wednesday looks up with a face of pure adoration.

“can we go grave digging? …please?”