i am baby
Locke gives him a look but doesn't have a chance to respond before the table is urging them further, whisking away his old choice before he can pick it again. Guess? Guess what it is? Why does this have to be so complicated? And where is the vendor.. Or.. Locke shrugs to himself. It's not really important. He's got a question to solve.Let's see.. Starry sky and smells of the ocean. He licks his lips. "A seashell?" You could cup the water in it and it would be reflective, right? On a starry night? He's not sure what else it could be so he just kind of nods, finalizing his answer.
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Locke guesses 'seashell'
Locke guesses 'seashell'
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