25 times a winner

[no_bloody_lord]

[Mat's been in town all day, but he's made his way back to the lobby after a rather successful day of gambling. He's in a pretty good mood, so he's softly singing an old drinking song under his breath as he heads for one of the couches, intending to count out his winnings before heading upstairs.]My love is gone, carried away by the wind that

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[its_worthdoing]

Willow! That's me!

And was that a hedgehog??

[So, so hopeful now]

[no_bloody_lord]

I don't know what it was! Bloody ball of hissing spikes, that's what!

[picking himself up, grumbling]

[its_worthdoing]

Why was he hissing? Did you hurt him?

[no_bloody_lord]

No. I didn't touch the thing.

Besides, it looked more like it could hurt me than the other way around.... What was it?

[its_worthdoing]

Prickles won't hurt you. There is no hurting. [Ok, maybe a little] Is he still there?

[no_bloody_lord]

Not that I can see. [mutter, mutter, whine, complain]

[its_worthdoing]

[There is ignoring. Of the whining]

...oh.

[no_bloody_lord]

What's the big deal, anyway? What was that?