[Their expression immediately shifts into wide-eyed innocence. The sort of look he may recognize from some of its more classic uses, such as that time Chara attempted to hide a slice of mud cake beneath their bed, promptly forgetting about it for three months. Or the time they poisoned the neighbor's front lawn for mowing it at a beyond stupid hour of the morning, Tim. They were practically begging for this.]

Of course not. [At first. Their calm greeting and advice that they and Tim cannot answer the phone right now being interrupted by a, if you ask them, historically accurate pterodactyl screech was hardly anything to lose sleep over.] That said, when I wrote down her message I may have accidentally erased the voicemail, my apologies.

[No, really. They're truly sorry.


They didn't know she could swear like that and they pressed it accidentally when laughing.]