DANTE
I'm a professional idiot
don't tell my mom
"Doesn't have to be, I don't think. Some of this wood isn't completely charred. Could make..." Dante looks around for a moment to seek inspiration. He'd started talking without thinking and now had to follow through. They were outside of the mortuary and there had to be something that place needed— aside from maybe some hopefulness. He can't quite picture going to Abasi after a loved one died and feeling comforted. "Do you have chairs? What about a desk or signs?" He tosses a few ideas out with a shrug, looking to Evie for help.
