[Letting the tip of the bird-battling board rest on the ground, Heather swipes her hair out of her face and looks at them both with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape.]
[Oh.]
[Oh, shit.]
[That... changes things.]
[Unfortunately, even though she knows she should know what to do, she's got the brain of an eight-year-old.]
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[Letting the tip of the bird-battling board rest on the ground, Heather swipes her hair out of her face and looks at them both with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape.]
[Oh.]
[Oh, shit.]
[That... changes things.]
[Unfortunately, even though she knows she should know what to do, she's got the brain of an eight-year-old.]
[And she's kind of stumped.]
A dumb-- ... neither of you remember anything?