Chara swallows down an 'are you sure'. They seem very sure, and it does not fall on Chara to say otherwise. Instead, they start working quickly and deftly, a small pile of ornaments building up next to them. Every one they take off is one less painful thing the kid has to endure.

The dishcloth looks like a mess by the time Sparks is free, blackened with a few holes in it. Chara walks over and hangs it, folding it to try and minimise the amount visible. They very, very much hope they do not get in trouble for that.

They look back at the kid, at their fingers in particular, and drag a chair to the sink. "If I may, I would recommend running those under water as well."