Damn, I'm even dizzier… Than I was the last time? Miss Wilke once more feeling herself wheeled and whirled around by hands which seemed to be impressed by her gumption and grit and only more willing to test her for that fact, once more she was set into motion with a baton in hand and blindfold upon her eye too boot, and once more it seemed that her ability to cover the ground which had been made between chairs and tables to partake of this particular contest had been compromised both by the spinning motion and the lingering tipsiness within too.
But at least this has settled… Come on, Ursy, you can do this! Not that she had any intention of being deterred by these facts and instead the dark dish only thriving under the pressure of expectation which had been placed upon her shoulders, she patted her stomach gently and was happy to note that it no longer felt as if she had much within it to decorate further headwear with, and then charged on with her task. Well, I say she charged, but perhaps the term 'stumbled in a largely haphazard manner' might have been more accurate~?