[Frisk didn't miss that little trick with the collar, but other than a brief but piercing look of blank grey eyes they give no indication. Instead they beam and start scooping up the rapidly growing pile of thin cardboard in the messiest way possible, turning what could have been a tidy stack into a tangle that rivals Christmas lights.]
Thank you! C'mon, les' do th' basketballs next!
[And off they dash to the next section, clearly expecting this person they've only just met to follow along.]
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Thank you! C'mon, les' do th' basketballs next!
[And off they dash to the next section, clearly expecting this person they've only just met to follow along.]
[Which he will, of course. Won't he?]