George: "I know, silly goose," George smile before plucking an instant noodle pack off the shelf and putting it in the basket. "Do you want me to grab you some more noodles for later?"

Ariv: "Well can't he simply go back to serving as his function so you don't have to resort to murder?" Ariv inquired as he tilted his head slightly.

Eli: he nodded his head grabbing a few more packs of noodles and throwing Them in the basket. "Yes yes yes!!" He poked at the packets confused as to why they weren't soft like before.

George: "Hmmm... What do you usually like to drink?" George asked, leading Eli through the store.

Ariv: "Sometimes, if you use murder to your advantage, those who see you as merciless killer will think of you as an unjust ruler that needs to be over thrown and will be willing to sacrifice everything just to end your life," Ariv noted with a calculating look to him.

Eli: he furrowed his eyebrows starring at George for a second. "Water? What else would I drink??" He shook his head sighing as if it was a stupid question.

George: "Well there's orange juice and hot coco, my personal favorites, soda, that weird Japanese soda that no one can pronounce but everyone loves, and other juices...," George listed, holding up a finger for each thing. "That's all I can think of right now, but there are a lot of drinks!"

Ariv: Ariv narrowed his eyes at Alastor with a faint scoff. "Fine, do whatever you must," Ariv hissed as his wings appeared, "but I only ask that you give him a quick painless death and that you don't do it on my bed." With that, his wings spread and carried him up to a massive... birdy swing. Ariv had a fucking birdy swing.

Eli: he tilted his head having no idea what hat any of those were. "Can you show me? I've never heard of any of those before..." he held his frog to his chest looking around warily.