"You're holding it," she said, hands clasped on the wall overlooking the street as she leaned forward to watch the approach. "Go on, then, break it open -- let's see what happens!"
It was 50-50, really. Either the green rod or the blue one. She bounced on her toes and kept her eyes trained on the people below.
"Don't be all day about it, John," she quipped over her shoulder. "They have their lives to get on with after all."