Quanil was kicking rather ineffectually at the third gourd. They could batter it back, and it would just roll forward again. "Be careful! There's another one! I mean besides yours there, there's... GET BACK!" Kick kick.
They began pulling themselves away from the gourd - or tried to, anyway. "Stubborn little thing..." It was an acorn squash, so not too large, but a bit dense. At least, it felt dense when it had hit their ankle. "STOP IT!" They looked over their shoulder to her. "Be careful, Miss Melita!"
They began pulling themselves away from the gourd - or tried to, anyway. "Stubborn little thing..." It was an acorn squash, so not too large, but a bit dense. At least, it felt dense when it had hit their ankle. "STOP IT!" They looked over their shoulder to her. "Be careful, Miss Melita!"
