[He chatters on, and there's something soothing about it. Much like Midge (and her heart twists just a little at the thought), it's a stream of consciousness that demands absolutely no answer or energy from her. Just chatter, filling the evening air, a welcome counterpoint to the noises of the spirits.]
Do I want to know? About whomever it is you know that goes around with a bow.
[She isn't, surprisingly, all that bad at the game. She's got decent eye-hand coordination, and it's not as if these are that difficult. Besides: the spirit seems eager to give out prizes regardless. Within a few rounds she's gotten him a sort of mutated teddy bear, complete with some questionably realistic teeth. Yay?]
[ he shoots her a glance at the question and beneath the mask the corners of his lips quirk up into a smile punctuated by a short, sudden laugh. ] God, no.
[ he waits patiently though as she plays the game, a little impressed by how well she does, given everything. the bear is — well, it's something. peter's not sure if he loves it or hates it, but he does poke at the teeth. he's not sure if he wants to know if they're real, and if they are real, what they came from. ] —Maybe the tooth fairy does exist.
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Do I want to know? About whomever it is you know that goes around with a bow.
[She isn't, surprisingly, all that bad at the game. She's got decent eye-hand coordination, and it's not as if these are that difficult. Besides: the spirit seems eager to give out prizes regardless. Within a few rounds she's gotten him a sort of mutated teddy bear, complete with some questionably realistic teeth. Yay?]
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[ he waits patiently though as she plays the game, a little impressed by how well she does, given everything. the bear is — well, it's something. peter's not sure if he loves it or hates it, but he does poke at the teeth. he's not sure if he wants to know if they're real, and if they are real, what they came from. ] —Maybe the tooth fairy does exist.