"Hello Asriel." Walter welcomed him politely, smiling. Doll turned, finally taking notice of Asriel and cackled, waving her pin filled hand in greeting. Then she pulled open Walter's bag, retrieving his sewing kit. Which she had already raided for pins and needles and had idly stuck into herself as if they were piercings. She giggled to herself. She thought she looked amazing, in a punk sort of way.

"Of course. Do you want a drink?" Walter had never been able to repay Rhys' kindness so long ago, but he could get Asriel something warm to drink in turn.