"You're not too bad," she said, handing him the blindfold anyway. "Double-fold it, so I can't see. Then, here, take these apples, and these knives," she presented them to him, "and march to that target, there," she pointed to the one in front of her.

"Put one apple on each knife, and hold them out, so they're coming up through your fist, not side-ways. The last apple, on your head. Then tell me when you're good and we can do this." It was a lot, but she had every confidence in herself. "And whatever you do, do not move."