[Matilda can't help but gape at Iv behind Olivia, though the opened mouth gape quickly turns into a smile, then an overenthusiastic nod. It doesn't take her long at all to scramble back to the tree, standing on the other side of the Olivia.]
On the count of ---- oneeeeeeee, twooooooooo, [She stretches out the numbers for dramatics.]
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On the count of ---- oneeeeeeee, twooooooooo, [She stretches out the numbers for dramatics.]