Sunday's eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of the machete, and she hopped off the bench to get a closer look. It was very pretty, she thought as she gazed at the engraved handle. "How clever!" She said, accepting the machete from Archie. She glanced around briefly to make sure that she was clear of people and slashed it through the tall grass behind the bench. Immediately the blades fell as if she'd cast a severing charm.

Visibly impressed, Sunday brought the blade in front of her and gingerly brushed a fingertip along the blade. It remained quite dull. "Wow, I wish my parents would get me something like this!" She gushed. "You're so lucky!" She was sorely tempted to keep it for the remainder of their outing, however, it was Archie's, and so she handed it back.