"One more," Xavier insists stubbornly, but his voice is gentle. "I have a good feeling about this one."

He said that ten turns ago, and the claw machine isn't being kind, the cuddly alien he's been desperately trying to win is still staring at him through the glass.

Xavier's blue eyes glint with concentration as he focuses, lining up the machine before hitting the button. The claw descends, grasping the alien, lifting it and then- it drops, and in tandem, Xavier's shoulders slump in defeat.