[It always bothered Foster that Sans and Papyrus didn't. Whatever is going on with Hector, he looks significantly more complete than either of the skeleton brothers at the Carnival.

The good news is that Foster's experiences at the Carnival means he has exactly zero expectations of subtlety from any skeleton, monster or not. Which doesn't stop him from commenting. He glances at his own fungus-encrusted arm and looks back along his bony equine body, equally festooned with mushrooms.]

Disgusting, right? I know!

[He's weirdly excited about it.]

Or do you like that?

[He laughs abruptly, a jarring sound.]

I just came from the coast edge. It's empty out there, of course. I thought maybe I'd look for flowers that matched these.

[He gestures brightly at his flank, or rather at the woody stems crippling his left hip, and the fat white-pink buds they carry.]