There was ice cream and a trap door. Ice cream, trap door.
What decided it was Ilia's question/challenge. It had been laid out carefully, but the proper response took a little more thought. Taking her up on the challenge would be falling for a basic bit of reverse psychology, and would necessitate proper one-up-woman-ship, the likes of which the Institute was probably not prepared for.
On the other hand, they might not have much time. "I got these," Rose said, twirling the flaming knifewands, which satisfied part of her urge to show Ilia that she wasn't just a kid. The second half of it she sublimated by grabbing several bottles of juice, not ice cream, and popping them into her sylladex. If Ilia got thirsty later for more, Rose would have some to offer. Good enough.
Time to blow the proverbial joint. "I'd be happy to," she said, as gracious as a queen, and walked down the steps.
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What decided it was Ilia's question/challenge. It had been laid out carefully, but the proper response took a little more thought. Taking her up on the challenge would be falling for a basic bit of reverse psychology, and would necessitate proper one-up-woman-ship, the likes of which the Institute was probably not prepared for.
On the other hand, they might not have much time. "I got these," Rose said, twirling the flaming knifewands, which satisfied part of her urge to show Ilia that she wasn't just a kid. The second half of it she sublimated by grabbing several bottles of juice, not ice cream, and popping them into her sylladex. If Ilia got thirsty later for more, Rose would have some to offer. Good enough.
Time to blow the proverbial joint. "I'd be happy to," she said, as gracious as a queen, and walked down the steps.
> Rose: Descend