“Apples.”
“Bananas.”
“Mango.”
“Strawberry.”
“Raspberry.”
Kat stumbles, “Erm-Erm-Guava!”
Lily quirks an eyebrow; purses her lips, “That was a stumble, Prescott. You lose.”
“What? No! I said a fruit.”
“You stumbled. Rules say you can’t stumble. So I win.”
“You made up the rules, Lily.”
“Yeah, so? Still means you can’t break them.”
“Ugh,
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