[ Lance is, at first, going to pretend he's totally not snooping to see what this kinda short guy is writing. hand stroking at his chin, an eyebrow raised critically as he inspects the signage right next to him. totally not watching out of the corner of his eye.

also totally trying not to laugh when he sees what's being written.

thank god the offer to respond is made, because he has the cheesiest grin on his face when he does. ]

Pretty good, pretty good. It could probably use a little work — we might need to turnip the beet.

[ and then he actually sees the face grinning back at him, and boy howdy that is just the most undignified sound Lance has ever made. ]

What‐ How— What?! You're a skeleton! Why are you a skeleton?!