Lotte & open
It wasn't part of her mutation - she swore it! The Aussie just had an uncanny knack for axe-throwing. And the festival, annually, tended to stock extra prizes at that game since her immigration to the states. Her arms were approaching fatigue, for the time being, so she handed off her most recent Squishmallow to a bright-eyed little girl with unicorn face paint and headed to find somewhere to sit while she contemplated her food choices. She needed something inspiring for when she bested any given Bash Brother later on in the day.