Rita activated [School Rule No. 801] and cranked out thirty Scratch Cards in one burst. She pulled a giant pumpkin from her pack to use as a table, then pulled out another coin to use as a scraper. She sprawled across the pumpkin and began scratching furiously.
Forty minutes later.
Mistblade, having just made a fortune selling replicas for fishbones and finishing her big shopping trip, was on her way to fish when she stopped mid-step. She turned and walked toward a familiar figure slumped over a pumpkin, muttering under her breath.
Rita was dragging a coin across parchment, piles of already-scratched cards stacked beside her—at least eighty by the looks of it.
Even before Mistblade got close, she could feel the waves of frustration radiating off her.
"Fish rod, fish rod, fish rod, please!"
"How can this be, how can this be?!"
"Damn it!"
"I've been framed by Lightchaser, sob sob sob!"
"What kind of skill is this, seriously?!"
"A tragedy! I'm the real tragedy here!"
