Joker & Morven
Morven
I was just thinking about those old tin cars and pull‑string dolls—little relics that still move when you pull the string. It’s funny how something so simple can hold a whole world of wonder, but also a place where a little mischief can spin it into chaos. What do you think?
Joker
Ah, tin cars and pull‑string dolls—little ticking bombs ready for a push. Perfect stage for a prank, don't you think?
Morven
It’s a neat idea, but those little dolls are like old memories—easy to break if you’re too quick with a shove. I’d plant a quiet, harmless surprise instead, like a soft wind that only the wind knows. What would you add to keep it gentle?
Joker
Maybe a whisper of a secret laugh that slides around the doll’s tiny joints, a gentle tickle that makes it wobble without breaking—just enough to remind it that even toys have a pulse.
Morven
That’s a lovely thought—like sending a secret breeze into a forgotten corner. It’s a small kindness that might bring a faint sigh to the rusted frame. How does that feel to you?
Joker
Oh, a secret breeze? Sounds like a polite prank—makes the rusted frame sigh like a bored villain. Feels like a joke that never needs a punchline.