She picks up the bottle of ichor and stares at it with serious scrutiny, trying to think of the best way to put it to words.] You know how when you're cold, warm places feel even warmer?
It was like that! I tried to use the ice cream to make it better because ice cream is good, but the ichor is so gross that adding something good just made it even grosser!
[This simile will fall flat if skeletons can't feel heat and cold, but she's trying her best.]
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[God. How does she describe it?
She picks up the bottle of ichor and stares at it with serious scrutiny, trying to think of the best way to put it to words.] You know how when you're cold, warm places feel even warmer?
It was like that! I tried to use the ice cream to make it better because ice cream is good, but the ichor is so gross that adding something good just made it even grosser!
[This simile will fall flat if skeletons can't feel heat and cold, but she's trying her best.]