[ Hector leans to let Hilda do her thing, idly singing the stick in his hands as she does. And when she asks, he waves a hand over his blindfolded eyes and gives a satisfied little chuckle. ]
Perfect. Can't see a thing.
[ He's about to take the stick in hand for bashing, but stops himself. ]
You should probably spin me, too. Don't want this to be too easy, do we?
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Perfect. Can't see a thing.
[ He's about to take the stick in hand for bashing, but stops himself. ]
You should probably spin me, too. Don't want this to be too easy, do we?