Misprint's POV:

I sat on the couch with Carrot, my skull in his lap. I listened to the tune he was humming. I perked up as I heard footsteps. I looked up to see Deceased and Desire running to us. They up to our laps giggling.

"Hi momma! Hi, Dadda!" They chirped in unison, making me laugh.

"Hey sweethearts." I laughed.

"Uncle Roto is baking cookies!" Desire giggled.

"Whelp, he will burn them." Carrot chuckled.

"I heard that!" Roto called from the other room, making me laugh louder.

"It's True, Uncle!" Deceased responded.