[ as rayman takes it all in, all he can do is beam! ]
betilla says i am one of a kind! of course you cannot turn into me!
[ a little tilt of his head as he giggles, and a sparkle of intrigue in his eyes. ]
what *can* you turn into? maybe something with more arms.
"Or I just find out for myself."
She started to transform, but somehow...didn't.
"What the...?"
She tried again, to no avail.
"I...I can't turn into you.
That means..."
Her face turned into that of utter disbelief.
"...I can't replicate/imitate floating limbs."
[ oh. that sounds *bad*. a frown! ]
only… an hour? why not more? do you sleep at night?
[ he’s quite concerned, if the barrage of questions is anything to go by! ]
you have to. 🫤
[ …alright, that last little stunt could be construed as disrespect - but this particular threat really has passed the little guy by.
he just nods, and pats his belly. of course he has a stomach! ]
[ rayman… seems pretty unfazed. either that, or the apparent threat’s gone right over his head.
he simply giggles, swiping a hand through the space between his foot and body as if to demonstrate her point. he surely isn’t… mocking her? ]
woah. you catch worms fast.
[ rayman’s quite starry-eyed! ]
welllll… we can’t spray, ‘cause they might not want to fly.
[ he offers the bottle up to bullfrog’s worms. they aren’t taken with it; he’s left hanging for… a considerable while. ]
………….ok maybe we can spray.
[ he’s watching expectantly. ]
and. i got a potion. to fly as long as i want. from the musician.
when i’m older i think i won’t need it, ‘cause i’ll just fly, but—
[ shaking his head - he’s getting off topic! ]
we can see if the worms wanna drink it. when we make the line.