River beams, she really does. Papyrus gets the sunniest smile she's given anyone here since arriving, here very much to include the seamstress she's flirting with. "Y'know, you're the first person to ask that? Turns out there's local necromancy too and its reputation is worse than my school is at home, which is saying something. Not a career you get into 'cause your life has gone well."

She takes her seat, leaning back in the sand and looking up at the sky herself. "...As for one's masterwork, it's a good question. My family usually lets you claim the title of master after you can demonstrate the ability to return the recently dead to true life. Preferably without them just keeling back over and dying again. But turning oneself into a living skeleton -" here she turns her head to give Papyrus the Waggling Eyebrows Of Do You See My Point Here, "- is another pretty indisputable feat of necromantic mastery."