Chapter 34: So Apparently There’s a Race of Hot Shapeshifting Chests
"So... what’s your name?" Finn asked, scratching the back of his head, genuinely curious what kind of name a former chest might have.
The mimic girl tilted her head, confused. "My name...?"
"Yes, your name. You know, like a thing people call you." He gestured around vaguely. "For example—me, I’m Finn."
"Wiggles," Majestria added in from the back, giggling like a spiteful schoolgirl.
Finn ignored her. Barely.
He pointed around the room. "That’s Lickthorn,"
"Hi again~" she waved, still flushed from earlier and looking way too excited.
"Arsenio." He pointed at the wizard. "He’s useless, though."
"Hey—"
"And she," Finn said with exaggerated grace, "is Lady MooMoo."
"MY NAME IS NOT LADY MOOMOO!" Majestria screeched, her face going red. "IT IS MAJESTRIA, AND I AM THE GODDESS O—"