He would have argued his case further, such that really nothing stopped any of them from pulling out special tricks up their sleeves to get their turnips more pliable to carve. But not only has he been called out for having 'evidence of the crime', and that honestly impresses Roland, Inigo jumping out at him like this! To Tidus's countermove: what if they started using magic tricks themselves? Actual spells that would win the whole competition no matter what Roland did to turn the tide in his favor?
Gah. I'm beat. That's actually a pretty compelling closing statement.
He must remember, he put himself in this position. His cat ears will not save him today.
Roland drops his turnip and glances to the side, before he sighs. Keeping to the theme at least, he kneels before them both, suddenly! Without much warning, but it's a movement well-practiced, genuflection as chief consul lending gravitas when he speaks. It's part of the act of course, but he does mean it anyway. Cheating wasn't his intention.
"Your Highness. Lord Councilman. Please accept my sincerest apologies for my unjust actions. I will concede defeat to this honorable turnip carving competition." Then he looks up at them, and smiles, offering the slightly softened crop in truce. "You win. Heh. Sorry. This is just a really stubborn turnip."
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He would have argued his case further, such that really nothing stopped any of them from pulling out special tricks up their sleeves to get their turnips more pliable to carve. But not only has he been called out for having 'evidence of the crime', and that honestly impresses Roland, Inigo jumping out at him like this! To Tidus's countermove: what if they started using magic tricks themselves? Actual spells that would win the whole competition no matter what Roland did to turn the tide in his favor?
Gah. I'm beat. That's actually a pretty compelling closing statement.
He must remember, he put himself in this position. His cat ears will not save him today.
Roland drops his turnip and glances to the side, before he sighs. Keeping to the theme at least, he kneels before them both, suddenly! Without much warning, but it's a movement well-practiced, genuflection as chief consul lending gravitas when he speaks. It's part of the act of course, but he does mean it anyway. Cheating wasn't his intention.
"Your Highness. Lord Councilman. Please accept my sincerest apologies for my unjust actions. I will concede defeat to this honorable turnip carving competition." Then he looks up at them, and smiles, offering the slightly softened crop in truce. "You win. Heh. Sorry. This is just a really stubborn turnip."