No it's not. The guys at the festival always fuck it up and drop a ball.
(At least he thinks so anyway.
He honestly couldn't imagine a little Hawke that's sick and bad at magic. Not after the display she just put on. All the same, Eddie gives her the most serious look, and then asks with perfect deadpan seriousness:)
Do I have what it takes to be the most eligible bachelorette?
(Would you look at that. He's making a joke. Hawke really is on a winning streak here.)
I'm really good at sulking, actually. If it was considered an Olympic sport, I'd probably win gold. Or be too busy sulking about it to even show up. Which, I think, maybe would be the real gold.
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(At least he thinks so anyway.
He honestly couldn't imagine a little Hawke that's sick and bad at magic. Not after the display she just put on. All the same, Eddie gives her the most serious look, and then asks with perfect deadpan seriousness:)
Do I have what it takes to be the most eligible bachelorette?
(Would you look at that. He's making a joke. Hawke really is on a winning streak here.)
I'm really good at sulking, actually. If it was considered an Olympic sport, I'd probably win gold. Or be too busy sulking about it to even show up. Which, I think, maybe would be the real gold.