Emmanuel: Are ya ready to lose? I’m not gonna let ya win just because you’re a kid, Wilmarc!
Wilmarc: You underestimate me! I’m not going to be the loser here.
Emmanuel: These apples are too big for your mouth!
Wilmarc: (Joking) Your teeth are too big for your face!
Emmanuel: Ouch! Kids are cruel...
Wilmarc: (Giggles) I’m sorry!
Emmanuel: Hey, Sabie!
Sabewise: Yes, Emmanuel?
Emmanuel: If I win, do I get a kiss from you, princess?
Sabewise: (Burst of laughter) How drunk are you?
Emmanuel: Just answer, please!
Sabewise: Fine! I’ll kiss whoever wins.
[They quickly submerge their heads in the water, biting and chasing the floating apples. This game is harder than Emmanuel remembers, and his slight inebriation isn’t helping his precision.]
[The crowd cheers and claps. This game has been a town tradition almost since they began doing the festivals. It’s a favorite, but this year, less people were able to participate, so Wil was allowed to chime in.]
Wilmarc: I got it! I got the apple! [Crowd cheers.]
Sabewise: (Smiles) Congratulations, Wilmarc!
