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“N-No no, that’s not– that isn’t how this works, I promise–“ … Sadly, this isn’t the only time he’s heard someone be confused by the egg hunt. Are plastic eggs just… not common in other worlds?? That’s weird. They don’t know how to have fun. “They’re just plastic eggs– ones you pop open for whatever prize they put inside. … How about we go find one so I can show you? And the chance of getting surprised by a frog? Super low. Trust me, my detective instincts tell me so.”
… He actually has no clue what the odds are– but sometimes you just gotta bluff a little to make a pretty lady feel better.
❝ ‘Detective instincts’... ? ❞ SHE repeats with a hint of uncertainty, gaze briefly flitting toward the partygoers. None of them seemed all that hung up about the possibility of frogs...
❝ I thought detectives were supposed to be... Dark and broody, with tortured eyes --- keeping the love of their life at a distance because their life’s too dangerous, and no one can understand their pain, and they live off of each new cup of coffee--- But the woman of their dreams keeps trying anyway, determined to prove her worth as the heroine, until he sweeps her out of danger and she says ‘oh, Hudson, I love you --- but you have to choose ! Me or your work ?!’ and he says---- ! ❞ She’s getting carried away again, isn’t she ? Elphelt does her best to reel it in a bit --- after all, he seems nice enough. What sort of damsel in distress would she be if she didn’t let herself be un-damseled ?!
❝ III’m getting distracted ! I guess I’ll take your word for it... Show me, detective ! ... Please. ❞
