Hey, hey. Don't go spreading it around, you'll ruin the whole thing.Even then, the festival's tomorrow, you know? We've got no time to waste.You grind up old cans with a file and pack the iron dust inside a piece of paper.*rustle*
*SERIOUS*
Something like this.Festival?
Hee...?
Is that so?
What choice do we have? This girl isn't the type to go home that easily.
