“A bone flute?” Fingers said quizzically from the darkness. Sounding almost perplexed at the suggestion. The confusion quickly changed. As if a switch had been flicked. The once jovial skeleton was up and pressed hard against the bars an arm reaching through as if trying to claw its way at the one who made the suggestion. 
“A bone flute!” He repeated, this time not sounding confused but furious. “How do you suppose a skeleton play a flute you small minded git!” Fingers howled as she rattled and strained against the bars of his cell. “We don’t even have lips or lungs! How you suppose we play a flute!” 

There was a small pause as Fingers seemingly takes a deep breath to calm down. “I’m sorry.” He said easing off the bars. “I didn’t mean to lose my cool. I didn’t realise that would have been a trigger for me.” He sounded much more somber. He sat back down. “Well, the answer was a xylophone.” He followed the punchline by tapping a little tune one his exposed ribs. 

Fingers paused for maybe a moment too long. Just long enough for the silence to get awkward before leaping to his feet. “Wait, wait, wait!” 
Skull pressed suddenly between the bars of his own cell. 

“You talking about escape? I can be down for an escape. What’s the plan? Bribing a rat to fetch keys? Using magic to blow the doors of their hinges? Asking a guard politely? Playing dead? Calling for a doctor?…” Fingers excitedly rambled on and on, almost to himself. Listing various plans of escape. Most nonsensical or wildly impractical.