Right, lesson number one--and I'm speaking from experience--is that the grave is no place for Play-Doh. Just kinda messy and it has that weird smell and...sure, grave's aren't the tidiest places to begin with but there are certain standards involved.

[And then it hits her like a brick that she is, once again, speaking casually about the grave. But there is less urgency involved. Another gut feeling tells her that Heart--in the past--has rarely been flummoxed by her often dark and inappropriate humour. So she barrels through another smirk and acquiesces.] Give me a hint. Where's good to treat someone to, around here?