Alright. Numbers 1, 3, and 4, and this popcorn as the trophy.
[Sparks isn't the cheering type, so when the race kicks off, he does a lot of quiet encouragement to his chocobo to the tune of "Come on, come on ya big dumb chicken" under his breath, as he leans forward, keeping a close eye on the race. It's a tight call, but number one pulled out ahead just in time to claim the win. Sparks gives Zelda a grin and a shrug.]
What can I say. I got a good idea for chicken racin'. To the victor goes the spoils. [He hands over the bag for her, though.] But considerin' they're just giving this stuff away for free, I guess I can share.
hurray for the RNG
[Sparks isn't the cheering type, so when the race kicks off, he does a lot of quiet encouragement to his chocobo to the tune of "Come on, come on ya big dumb chicken" under his breath, as he leans forward, keeping a close eye on the race. It's a tight call, but number one pulled out ahead just in time to claim the win. Sparks gives Zelda a grin and a shrug.]
What can I say. I got a good idea for chicken racin'. To the victor goes the spoils. [He hands over the bag for her, though.] But considerin' they're just giving this stuff away for free, I guess I can share.