She snorts a soft laugh at that. It’s just so…him. “Is it possible? Probably. Is it likely? Doubtful,” she declares. It would be quite the spectacle, inviting them out here just to poison them in what is a rather innocuous game.

“I don’t want to buy one, I want to win it!” But despite his protests, he’s here. He’s sitting. He’s participating— sort of.

She considers the strangely blurry selections, then the boy across from her. “Do you want me to go first?”