"Oh! Can I have a bit of it? Pretty Please?"

Bonesaw makes her best Pleading Face - her eyes actually inflate slightly and her muscles execute pre-programmed and carefully optimized routines.

She's slightly taken aback, but rallies. "Alright," she says, taking out a pair of delicate fabric scissors and snipping a loose thread from the inside of one sleeve. 

Bonesaw licks it. Tongues are very good at detecting the composition of things, especially her tongue. 

Well, it's...

Yeah it's nothing she's ever tasted before. It's more like linen than anything else--it's definitely got some kind of phytocellular structure, dried and processed as flax tends to be--but it's still not a whole like linen, in chemical composition or...yeah, it doesn't actually have DNA? It has something else instead of DNA, something her tongue isn't capable of reading. 

Bonesaw loves this color!

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" Small children licking bits of thread aren't remotely in the top half of weird things the Aesthete has seen today, and she's so enthusiastic, it's endearing. "What do you do?" Probably something involving body parts of some kind, if she calls herself Bonesaw. 

"I make Art."

"Hm, I guess that's not very specific here, it was enough to just say that where I'm from."

"Really? Even on the surface, they have," she gestures expansively, "sculpture, and painting, and music, and embroidery, and literature..." 

"Oh I mostly do... sort of performance art?"

"Like flower arrangements but with other things."

"Oh! Like femurs?" she guesses. Femurs seem like a body part you could do flower arranging with. 

"Sometimes! I once did a flower arrangement sort of thing with eyes. They'd blink and sort of sneeze at people. It was an early thing of mine actually."

Bonesaw likes this place, but can also tell she's going to have to try really hard to stand out. Still, Uncle Jack always said her best work came out when things were hardest.

"Sneeze at people? Were they eyes, or just something sort of like eyes?"

"She didn't say they were human eyes," the Seamstress murmurs. 

"Oh, that's true--I've never heard of something with eyes that sneeze, but that doesn't mean much."

"They were human eyes that sneezed acid! At first they cried acid but that wasn't as shocking as I wanted it to be so I made the little sneeze instead of cry."

"Hmm...if it were me, I think I would have left it at crying?" the Aesthete muses. "An expression of pain that only increases it...there isn't really any interesting juxtaposition between acid and sneezing, I think." 

"How did you make eyes sneeze? Did the acid come out of the tear ducts, or, I don't know, the pupils? Could you make eyes that sneezed jam?" the Cremini Artist wants to know. 

"I agree that just crying would have been better, but I was still new and wanted it to hurt the viewer and not just the subject, which was hard to figure out with crying. Probably now I would have made the tears sticky and let the eyes move so they left a trail, and make the tears do something more interesting then just be acid."

"The acid came out of the tear ducks and I bet I could make yours sneeze or cry jam - your pick!"

He ponders this for a moment. "I think crying it would be better," he decides. 

"How do you do this, anyway," the Aesthete says. "You're very young to be so skilled in the Red Science." 

"Uncle Jack says I'm getting better every day!"

Bonesaw gets up close to inspect the eyes in question.

He has perfectly ordinary eyes! A very normal brown color. 

Poke poke.

He holds very still and lets her do that. 

Bonesaw presses two fingers down, one right underneath his left eye and one on the side, and pushes inwards to pop it out of the socket, keeping the optic nerve attached so it'll be easy to put back after she's gotten a good look. 

He flinches involuntarily when she does that, but goes back to holding very still once he can. 

"Oooh, you can see the back of your eye this way!" she says, showing him.

"--Amazing," he breathes, distracted from the pain. 

Hopefully he'll learn to admire art without being distracted from pain someday - it's very important for her subjects.

Does he happen to have any jam on him at the moment?