"This isn't cheating if there were no rules to begin with." He says calmly, rotating the turnip one more time, this time counterclockwise. But Bambosh, clearly with a mind of his own, mischievous as he is kind, hears the two teenagers in their complaint and decides to do the last thing Roland wanted him to -
- rebel. With a decisive HIIIIGLE! as loud as he can muster, Bambosh disappears in a flash of light and teleports himself somewhere by the table of uncooked turnips. The tiny one shakes his head at Roland and makes jumpy motions on both legs before going off and...walking around the place like he owns it. Might even decide to trick or treat himself, if any pure-hearted ones come along to see him.
Which leaves Roland dumbfounded and only slightly frustrated, though it shows by just a smidge of his brow dipped in shock, and a sigh through a closed mouth. "Thanks for the help..." He mutters, before he faces the inevitable embarrassment between Tidus and Inigo. Witnesses to the crime.
"All right. Do your worst. I'm going to go back to carving." Which he does, in his defense, now with zero tricks up his sleeve and the turnip barely cooked through the layers such that putting it through fire did nothing for its hardness. Snip, snip, snip!
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- rebel. With a decisive HIIIIGLE! as loud as he can muster, Bambosh disappears in a flash of light and teleports himself somewhere by the table of uncooked turnips. The tiny one shakes his head at Roland and makes jumpy motions on both legs before going off and...walking around the place like he owns it. Might even decide to trick or treat himself, if any pure-hearted ones come along to see him.
Which leaves Roland dumbfounded and only slightly frustrated, though it shows by just a smidge of his brow dipped in shock, and a sigh through a closed mouth. "Thanks for the help..." He mutters, before he faces the inevitable embarrassment between Tidus and Inigo. Witnesses to the crime.
"All right. Do your worst. I'm going to go back to carving." Which he does, in his defense, now with zero tricks up his sleeve and the turnip barely cooked through the layers such that putting it through fire did nothing for its hardness. Snip, snip, snip!