Seeing how they can't actually talk, it just continues to exist there, probably staring at them. It's hard to tell. Do they have eyes? Do they? Thankfully, while Renfew carries on huffing and puffing about this, the dart itself is about to answer Dandelion's question in place of the spirit. From on the ground, it starts twitching a little all on its own.

"It just doesn't want to give away any of its prizes, I bet! What else could it possibly be?" Renfew complains, pointing accusingly at the biggest, most ridiculous stuffed pot-bellied pig toy in the stall. Why that is honestly at random, but whatever. He's making a point here!

A point that won't hold any actual water when the dart, previously knocked out of the air and currently moving on its own while on the ground, figures out where its target is now and rockets up straight off the bottom of the game stall and embeds itself with one final thunk in the bullseye. Yeah, that even has Renfew trailing off to stare for a second or two.

"...uh." Yeah, Renfew. That's a pretty big 'uh' there. "Well... that... hmm!"