[Alan gives a soft ding ding ding and gestures with his finger.]
Our first winner. It was indeed the bicycle. Now then shall we try for something red?
[There were dozens of re things - flowers, a roof, a door, a car - the list went on. Alan has picked the flowers. his expression softened.]
It's okay. You'll remember someday I'm certain.
[Hearing that squeal he's alarmed and glancing over his shoulder to check on them. At the sight he calms and rests a hand on his chest. A merry little laugh leaves his lips and he smiles.]
I don't think you were that wayward and even if you were it would surely be the good kind of wayward. Doing things in your own way isn't always a bad thing.
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Our first winner. It was indeed the bicycle. Now then shall we try for something red?
[There were dozens of re things - flowers, a roof, a door, a car - the list went on. Alan has picked the flowers. his expression softened.]
It's okay. You'll remember someday I'm certain.
[Hearing that squeal he's alarmed and glancing over his shoulder to check on them. At the sight he calms and rests a hand on his chest. A merry little laugh leaves his lips and he smiles.]
I don't think you were that wayward and even if you were it would surely be the good kind of wayward. Doing things in your own way isn't always a bad thing.