Maverik looks at the cob. Then back at Lys. His voice is tiny.
MAVERIK (18, scruffy, a wannabe hero) stands in the center of the barn, holding a tarnished locket. His rival, LYS (19, sharp-eyed and immaculate), leans against a wooden post, arms crossed. Aw Shucks Cutscene
Lys pinches the bridge of her nose. "So you grabbed corn." Maverik looks at the cob
"Agreed," Maverik says.