Oh. So, okay, it turns out this isn't going to be an simple and straight-forward claw machine victory. Straight in and straight out, eyes on the prize. It's rigged with a bunch of bad (and vaguely horrifying) options.

"God, I'm out of the loop on teacher gossip." Lydia pulls her feet back underneath her and crouches, readying herself to wade in and help if something worse than a beheaded rodent turns up next time.