[Sephiroth is quietly astounded because he clearly made a mistake, and then she apologized to him, and that doesn't make any sense.
And then the booth worker, even though he gives her that look, he doesn't argue it. He checks the bottles.
Not that he's really changing anything about them, but in watching him handle the bottles, Sephiroth understands the problem: they're different weights. He adjusts his next throw accordingly, and this time he knocks them all down.]
There.
[Is he smirking? Maybe. Almost. ...he has no idea there's meant to be a prize involved.]
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And then the booth worker, even though he gives her that look, he doesn't argue it. He checks the bottles.
Not that he's really changing anything about them, but in watching him handle the bottles, Sephiroth understands the problem: they're different weights. He adjusts his next throw accordingly, and this time he knocks them all down.]
There.
[Is he smirking? Maybe. Almost. ...he has no idea there's meant to be a prize involved.]