Me either, [There's a small, quiet part of his brain that wants to change course and ask to swing the naginata around, but-- he's comfortable with the dagger, and the idea of a Really Long Pointy Hockey Stick was a little scary when he had absolutely no idea how to play hockey.]
[He chuckles quietly, shaking his head and dusting flour onto his shoulders as he does. He jerks his thumb in the direction of the windmill.] Buncha guys with bags of flour. From there, it is a mystery. [He will never tell.]
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[He chuckles quietly, shaking his head and dusting flour onto his shoulders as he does. He jerks his thumb in the direction of the windmill.] Buncha guys with bags of flour. From there, it is a mystery. [He will never tell.]