The glowing number shimmered in the air like a divine answer dropped straight from the heavens.
7.8 meters.
For a moment, it was silent, so quiet you could hear the tiny gears in the Loomer softly wind down as if even it was shocked by what it had just recorded.
Lia's jaw dropped so hard it could've shattered through the floor. "SEVEN, wait, WHAT?!" she shrieked, pointing at the number like it owed her money.
"No, no, no, this thing's broken. Squeaky ball, you traitor! This has to be rigged!"
Ren blinked. "…I don't think it's rigged."
Lia stomped over dramatically, peering over the number as if it would shrink if she glared hard enough.
"That's more than three times mine! Mine was 2.4! TWO-POINT-FOUR! I even got excited like some rookie fangirl!" She threw her hands up.
"How is the difference this absurd?! Did you eat Loom for breakfast?! Did you sleep inside a meditation cave? Do you secretly bathe in Primordial Tea?!"
