[Grinning wildly, Joker scampers off without another word, ducking into one of the cooler pantries. It takes a moment, which is long enough for Feathers to hop in after him, but soon enough he's coming out again with a large bowl in the crook of his arm.]
Frostin'! Hardens like nothin' else if a let it dry.
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Frostin'! Hardens like nothin' else if a let it dry.