[IV emerges with a loud gasp for breath. Past the mess of blond hair sticking to his face, he watches Leia with a twitch in the corner of his lips. He isn't sore about losing; to the contrary, she's being cute.]
We didn't decide anything like that before we started . . . but a prize sounds fair. What do you want?
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We didn't decide anything like that before we started . . . but a prize sounds fair. What do you want?