At the game stalls, Linsley's competitive streak came out.
They approached a booth with rows of colorful plushies, the challenge being to knock over pyramids of metal cans with a ball.
Lucy watched as Linsley inspected the setup, his strategist instincts kicking in.
"You're taking this a little too seriously," she teased, holding the large fox plush he had already won for her at another stall.
"Perfection requires effort," he replied, narrowing his eyes as he calculated the trajectory.
Without using his gift, he landed a perfect throw, sending the cans clattering to the floor.
The stall owner handed him a large, plush phoenix, which he immediately gave to Lucy.
"You're unfairly good at this," she said, her cheeks flushing as she accepted the prize.
"Perks of having Real Fantasy and a sharp aim," he said with a wink. "But honestly, seeing you smile like that? Totally worth it."
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