"Hmm, alright, I guess I was getting hungry, too," Coriander replied, handing a coin to the man chuckling behind the stand. Three balls were put on the stand in front of him. Coriander picked one up, aimed, and threw the ball.

It missed. Alright. No biggie. He still had two balls left.

He took the next one, and threw that as well. This one hit the top bottle, which teetered slightly, but didn't fall.

Oh, that was right, the bottles were weighted. Coriander mentally slapped himself for forgetting that fact. That meant he had to win it with this one. He picked up the last ball. He had to focus for this one. He wanted to see Meara's smile when he won her that bunny. He aimed, and...

Wait a minute... didn't Meara say she was going to call him "Cori"? He distinctly recalled that she called him "Coriander" just now... Maybe she forgot? Maybe she wasn't used to it yet?

And it was with that distracted mindset that he threw, with the ball hitting the sweet spot in between two of the bottom bottles, sending all of them toppling to the ground.