[ The haste doesn't go unnoticed. A little part of her feels bad about it in hindsight before remembering why she had called him here in the first place. Eyes on the prize, Hilda!

The reminder to herself is of course carried over into the delivery of what she says next as they arrive at her staked out machine. A hand slip away from his arm but only to point accusingly at the cheerful lights blinking back at the from the machine. ]

I can't get the super exclusive plushie that they only rotate in once every couple of months! I've been trying to get it for months and today's the last day to get it before they change out the prizes.

[ Is it possible for a woman's eyes to become more doe-eyed than they were before? We're about to find out. ]

Can you help me? Please?