"Aw, shucks," he whispers again—this time, not in shame.
Maverik looks down. In his palm isn't a glowing seed. It’s a single, slightly squashed corncob.
"The Scarecrow King leaned in close. Real close. He whispered, 'Choose wisely, little thief.' And my brain just…" Maverik mimes an explosion next to his ear. "Pfft. Gone."
"You corn-punned me."
"It was shiny under the moonlight!"
"...Cornelius."
CORNELIUS WILL RETURN.
Maverik looks at the cob. Then back at Lys. His voice is tiny.
"Not intentionally!" Maverik backs toward the barn door. "It slipped out! It was a reflex!"
Lys follows his gaze. Her smirk fades into wonder. Aw Shucks Cutscene
"…Maverik. Is that corn glowing ?"
Lys pinches the bridge of her nose. "So you grabbed corn."
A beat of silence. Then Lys’s stern face cracks. A snort escapes her. She tries to hide it behind her hand, but it’s too late—a full, unladylike laugh bursts out. "Aw, shucks," he whispers again—this time, not in shame