"Hey, ya wanna play a game?" Flanna asks, sitting across from me on the couch, criss-cross apple- what? I went to kindergarten, too.

"Okay. What game were you suggesting?" I ask, turning away from the movie, Robin Hood, Men in Tights.

"Two Truths, One Lie- it's pretty straightforward, except I play it with a punishment. If you guess wrong, you have to take a bite from bakers chocolate." She smirks, and I reel back in horror. Who would do that?!

"Why would you suggest such a thing?! That's horrible!" I exclaim, and Flanna laughs, motioning for me to calm down.

"Okay, okay, how about this? If you get it right... You get to eat regular chocolate, as a reward!" She suggests, and I weigh it over in my mind. Regular chocolate will make the bakers chocolate more bitter, but if there are bowls of each, I can then use the regular chocolate to wash the taste out of my mouth... I do like chocolate...

"Okay, but can we eat the chocolate while we play- even if we didn't guess?" I ask, and Flanna laughs before standing up.

"O.K! I'll go get the chocolate, you think of your truths and lies!" Flanna exclaims in a sing-song voice, skipping into the pantry.

Two truths, and a lie... Should I trip her up? This made to get to know each other, so it's best at revealing secrets, but would it be too mean? Would she take offense? Okay- so if I get it wrong, it's fair to make her get it wrong. So I'll come up with two options, and have her say hers first, and then I can make my choice. But what should they be..?

"Ready, Edlynne? I have some really hard ones~" Flanna exclaims, setting two bowls of chocolate down on the coffee table, and popping a piece from the bowl on the right in her mouth before sitting down.

"I'm ready, but you go first," I say, nodding toward her. She laughs and thinks for a second.

"Sorry, gotta remind myself. Okay, I got it! First, I come from a long line of bakers." She holds up a finger. "Two- my favorite animal is a bird that digests like a cow, and three, when I was little, I claimed every wild animal I saw as my pet." Flanna grins at me, lowering her hand.

"This is obvious! A bird that digests like a cow can't be a real thing! Their bodies are too small to hold four stomachs!" I exclaim, and Flanna laughs.

"Wrong! It's called a Hoatzin! Its scientific name is Opisthocomus hoazin. They're from deep in the Amazon rain basin, and surprisingly common! They look so much like dinosaurs, that it's irrefutable proof they're related!" She laughs, and I stare at her, dumbfounded.

"Then what was the lie?" I ask stupidly, the words barely making it past my lips.

"Uh-uh, eat the chocolate first." Flanna reminds, and I look to the bowl of baker's chocolate. I take a piece and- it's so bitter! How does this ever taste delicious in anything?! I'm so tripping her up! This is HORRIBLE!!

I practically shovel regular chocolate down my throat while Flanna giggles.

"Okay, the lie is that my family weren't bakers until my parents. I come from a long line of nurses." Flanna says, and I stare at her stupidly.

"That's actually pretty cool. My turn. My hair is black." Flanna smirks. "I'm rich, and I'm from another country." I list, and Flanna laughs.

"Yours is so obvious! You really couldn't think of anything better? Your hair is very much black, and you already told me you're rich, so you can't be from another country!" She giggles triumphantly, and I wait for her to stop. I smirk, and I watch the terror spread across her face.

"My hair is dyed," I state, and she practically implodes, looking as if she'd rather be anywhere else.

"What? No- but, your roots." She stutters, and I giggle.

"Permanent dye, it takes especially well to silver."

"Silver? That's not- but you're thirteen."

"Yeah, it's a bit of an anomaly, but I was born with silver hair, I've been dying it all my life. Eat up." Flanna grabs a piece of baker's chocolate and pops it in her life. She then proceeds to wriggle in pain, practically forcing it down her throat.

"Why do I do this to myself..?" She asks weakly, faking being very weak, her hand shaking as it barely makes it to the bowl of regular chocolate. "Wait- where are you from?" Flanna asks.

"I've lived in America for most of my life, but I was born in Italy."

"Italy! That's so cool! How are you so cool?! It's really unfair!" Flanna whines, flopping over and dangling her head and arms of the edge of the couch.

"I don't know. I might be cool, but you're certainly the most interesting person I've ever met. I mean- you're hair is frizzy enough to look like one of your parents is of African heritage, but you're too pale. Your eyes are startlingly blue, and I never see you without a smile. Even when your scared- or in incredible pain, or eating something disgusting."

"Aww... That was so nice!" Coos Flanna, slowly dragging herself back onto the couch, doing her best not to fall back down. "Okay- next round." She says with a smirk once she's upright again.