[ A low whistle flutes from him. ]

No, no. I think they're pretty serious about this. [ He reaches up to pluck a piece of confetti from her hair. ] Congrats, for what it's worth.

[ Not as cursed as his item, though definitely more boring. Lighter listens for the cheery little signal the watches give on the start of the countdown to use the item, but hears nothing. Weird. Lifting his wrist and looking at the first hour of his time limit ticking by, he stuffs the negligible underwear in his pants pocket and gestures. ]

I think I've had about as much luck as I can stomach right now. Wanna get out of here?