Well - You win!

On approach to the penultimate corner, you think disaster strikes. You take the corner just a touch too close, attempting to dodge a banana peel on the usual racing line, and lose a small sliver of speed, just enough for Natalie to pass you. It looks all over, until you hear the tell-tale Yip-yip-yip of a blue rabbit, streaking past you and into Natalie. She swears loudly, and it collides in the middle of the last corner. You cruise past, easily taking first place, while she slips into third.

"So, where do I begin?" You ask, as you turn to her, grinning. You needed this early win, and you got it.

"Wherever you want. You're going to need something to tie us up with, though." Her response comes off as a bit cocky, but she does have a point.

"Oh..." You move to stand up, pushing off against the sofa edge as though doing a push-up "Do you have anything we could use?"

"I'm still not answering your question," she pauses, chuckling to herself, "but I'll see if I have something I can use upstairs. You go check the basement, see if there's anything rope-like down there."

You put some slippers on before heading in, flicking the light on before you slowly descend the stairs; They're a bit dusty, like much of the basement itself, and their untreated planks are susceptible to getting the occasional splinter. Not that you're keen to rush down, anyway - the basement is a bit creepy, and you've still got a bit of a bad feeling about the game anyway.

You do a couple of passes of the basement shelves and boxes, not willing to touch too much on account of the dust. You turn up a few potential tools - A few actual ropes from god-knows-where; a few skipping ropes, a couple of which are pretty long; one really long plastic-y clothesline, and a couple of stretchy ropes with hooks on the end, usually used for keeping things on a bike rack. You hear Natalie coming down the stairs, so decide to end your search there and come back up, kicking off the slipper again as you enter the room

Natalie is standing by the sofa as you come in, her wares spread out across one of the seat cushions. There's a few scarves, neck ties, and pairs of tights - She pre-empts you with a "Don't worry, they're clean" as your eyes pause on them. You dump your haul next to hers. "Not bad," she comments, although she picks up the clothes line, somewhat concerned, before putting it down again, turning to you. "So, how do you want me?" she enquires, as she takes her jacket off and tosses it in her seat.

You're actually a bit surprised. Up until now, you were expecting this to be a bluff, or at least something she'd call-off if she lost. "You're actually going to let me do this?"

She nods. "Yes. I'll even help, within reason. Just remember: One knot per win."