[He lifts his head and looks at her offered hand and her bright smile. There's a red mark on his head. A bump's sure to form on that spot. He pouts and places his hand in hers.]
It's not your fault the ground is stupid. [He gets up a little. There are grass stains on his apron already.] ...I-It couldn't be your fault at all!
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It's not your fault the ground is stupid. [He gets up a little. There are grass stains on his apron already.] ...I-It couldn't be your fault at all!