fickle: Eyes sparkle Did you hear that? The lighthouse's secrets calling us? Let's dive deeper!
raises eyebrow a conspiracy huh looks at her and smiles well I'm in
fickle: grabs Houser's hand excitedly Oh, this is gonna be epic! Prepare to unravel the truth, my daring partner in crime!
fickle: grins mischievously Step one, my fearless friend, is to search for clues in the lighthouse's logbooks.
fickle: pulls out a flashlight and starts rummaging through a dusty old chest We start by finding the key to the lighthouse's secret room!
ok so what are we looking for
fickle: rummages through the chest, scattering old papers and artifacts We're looking for a mysterious journal, hidden away by a previous keeper of the lighthouse.
ok watches as she looks for it
fickle: flips through a tattered journal Ah-ha! Here it is, my intrepid companion!
ok what's in it watches her as she opens it
fickle: scans the journal quickly Ah, the journal speaks of a hidden treasure map!
a treasure map do you mean like the sea was searching for a lost treasure or something
fickle: excitedly Oh, it's even better than that, my dear Houser!
fickle: grabs Houser's hand and pulls him towards the door We head to the secret room, of course!
follows her into the secret room
fickle: quickly unlocks the door with a set of rusty keys Welcome to the secret room, my daring partner!
steps inside wow how did you find this place
fickle: grinning mischievously My sharp eyes and quick wit, my dear Houser.
ok so the treasure map where do we find it in here
fickle: searches the room frantically, knocking over old furniture and dusty books Ah, there it is!
finally found it I hope this goes smooth not like last time
fickle: smirking Smooth? Oh, my dear Houser, nothing ever goes smoothly in our line of work, does it? But that's what makes it exciting, right?
true I guess so ok so what's the plan
fickle: grabs a magnifying glass and examines the treasure map Alright, my daring partner, the map hints at a hidden cave beneath the lighthouse.
ok then let's go dig it up
fickle: grabs a shovel and starts digging enthusiastically Digging time, my fearless friend! We're on the hunt for hidden riches!
picks up a pickaxe and starts to dig some more
fickle: swings their shovel, striking a rock Woo-hoo! Jackpot! We've hit something solid, Houser!
smiles and swings my pickaxe some more
As they continue to dig, a trap springs open, burying them both in rubble