With the furniture now moved to their correct, fucked up location, Richie was ready to get this show on the road. The sooner they completed this task the better, because if the room's occupant came in and caught them, that would just negate the awesomeness of the prank. "Okay, fire one - "
He gave Ava the first bolt, placing it in her hand - but it just kind of went through and oh, oh, oh, it's maaaagic. Or like, what the fuck, but he wasn't expecting that. She was probably used to it though, and he assumed it was frustrating for her.
"Shit, sorry," he apologized, swiping the bolt up again and placing it into her hand for a second try. Success! "That was totally my butterfingers, not you. You're perfect." Awww.