Relicanth was spraying several pretzels with his various water attacks while Dry Bowser was crafting new pretzels out of the pretzel dough that was available.
"Hmmm... Mr. Dry Bowser, you certainly have more skills that you display with the Seaside Hillsters," Relicanth stated as he was placing the soggy pretzels on the counter. "I'm impressed, actually."
Dry Bowser chuckled as he placed the knotted pretzels to the side, working on knotting a new batch out of the pretzel dough. "It comes with being a being that remains ageless." He then felt some of his bones popping out of his boney body, shaking his head. "...or in my case, being an undead skeleton."
"Honestly, I'm surprised that you're considered a villain." Relicanth stated as he watched the sun setting in the distance towards the west, causing Seaside Hill to be doused in the bright vibrant color of orange, with a strong tint of yellow. "I mean, you would willingly do anything for cash?"
"...Not for money. Just experience." Dry Bowser stated as he rolled his left skeletal hand around. "Plus, in the three... five instances that I was a bad guy, it was to work for my much younger, fleshy counterpart."
"Bowser, huh?" Relicanth commented, Dry Bowser nodding his head in response as a way to confirm such.