[He's about to ask what she's doing, but the spriggan rolls into the bag before he can even open his mouth. Michael waits for it to realize its mistake, but there's no sudden struggle. He can hear it continuing to munch away, the sound now muffled by the fabric of the bag.
For a moment he pauses, the goal-oriented side of his mind butting up against the one that wants things done his way. In the end, results always win.
He sighs.]
I suppose that will do.
[Michael stands and makes his way over to Wanda's corner of the garden, so he too can peer down into the bag and observe the spriggan.]
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For a moment he pauses, the goal-oriented side of his mind butting up against the one that wants things done his way. In the end, results always win.
He sighs.]
I suppose that will do.
[Michael stands and makes his way over to Wanda's corner of the garden, so he too can peer down into the bag and observe the spriggan.]