[Take one the sign says, but Emma isn't holding a basket. She's eying the sight in front of her warily, like that bad feeling she has about all of this might be legitimate. It's always tempting to take what they offer up, and no one has to tell her that whoever did this to them has organized events like this on purpose. Give them just enough to keep them guessing, and nothing extra. Not even food, or longer leash, or hell, a good drink.
Any of those things would be acceptable, yet what they have is Easter eggs.
Honestly, Emma's not in the mood for this. She might pick up an egg or two and see what all of this is about, but for right now, she's counting out the eggs that are visible and wondering what it would take to turn the music off. If she was smart, she'd turn back and go into her room. Too bad she lingers in the ballroom instead.
BALLROOM. EGGS.GDI
Any of those things would be acceptable, yet what they have is Easter eggs.
Honestly, Emma's not in the mood for this. She might pick up an egg or two and see what all of this is about, but for right now, she's counting out the eggs that are visible and wondering what it would take to turn the music off. If she was smart, she'd turn back and go into her room. Too bad she lingers in the ballroom instead.
She'll regret that soon enough.]