[Foster takes Muffet's politeness as distaste for him, in part because most people are incapable of not letting him know immediately if they disagree with him and in part because Muffet has given him very little indication otherwise. Especially when she takes the time to consider thanking his puppet but specifically makes no effort to try and thank him.
That's more points in her favour, to be clear.
He barks a laugh, loud and out of place--or maybe in just the right place?]
Ha ha! No more than you'd offer me...!
[He pauses, then glances back at the corpse, extending his arm to it; in response, it crawls up his equine back to sit on his withers, where it becomes more obvious that there is something wrong with it. The pallid, greyish skin, for example. And there is no way those flowers are rooted in anything but the brain.
He doesn't actually touch it--once it starts to approach, he drops his arm back to his side.]
I mean, it doesn't understand speech. But there would have been no cherries without it!
[Please imagine, if you will, Foster van Denend attempting to pick cherries from twisted branches with his thick grizzly claws.]
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That's more points in her favour, to be clear.
He barks a laugh, loud and out of place--or maybe in just the right place?]
Ha ha! No more than you'd offer me...!
[He pauses, then glances back at the corpse, extending his arm to it; in response, it crawls up his equine back to sit on his withers, where it becomes more obvious that there is something wrong with it. The pallid, greyish skin, for example. And there is no way those flowers are rooted in anything but the brain.
He doesn't actually touch it--once it starts to approach, he drops his arm back to his side.]
I mean, it doesn't understand speech. But there would have been no cherries without it!
[Please imagine, if you will, Foster van Denend attempting to pick cherries from twisted branches with his thick grizzly claws.]