[It's been a few days, and this is one of the more reliable patterns to it all: mid-afternoon, it rains for a little bit. People who lose track of the time get to enjoy the fun of rushing into the nearest shelter, or risk their fragile recent purchases - books, fruit, and the like - from getting rain damage.]

Yeah, it's great!

[Maybe a little sarcastic, given the circumstances with which he's ducked into this cabana, but Papyrus grins up at the sky anyway.]

Like a walk-out shower, every day! I love the convenience of it... And I'd love it more, if it came with a warning.