She considered me, her chin lifted haughtily as she looked down her nose. Then, “Okay, a point in your favor. Well done.”
I tried not to laugh, but it was a struggle. Lily’s little sister was funny without even trying.
Soon we were gathered around the dining table and hopefully, I’d won some points helping Lily take the food, drinks, and cutlery over to it.
“You understand the premise of the game?” Liv asked.
“Sure.”
“Okay, this is for everyone,” January said as she held her burger to her mouth. “Would you rather eat nothing but kale for the rest of your life or eat what you want but have chronic diarrhea forever?”
“Really?” Liv glowered at her. “We’re eating and you start with that?”
“It was the food that inspired the question.”
Smothering my grin, I looked at Lily across the table and saw she was struggling not to laugh around her bite of burger.
“Chronic diarrhea,” Nate answered seriously.
“Agreed.” I nodded.
“Me too.” Jan took an aggressive bite of her burger.
Lily and her mother exchanged a look and then nodded in unison. “Me too.”
“Would you rather live inStrangerThingsorThe Last of Us?” Nate asked.
I frowned because I hadn’t seenThe Last of Us.
“Stranger Things. Eleven and I would be BFFs,” January said with authority and seriousness.
“The Last of Us,” Liv said.
Her husband glanced at her. “Pedro Pascal?”
“Maybe.”
“Then I better chooseThe Last of Us, so you don’t run off with the bastard.”
“He’s probably going to die in season two,” January opined. “If that helps.”
“Lily-Billy?” Nate asked.
I almost choked on my burger. “Lily-Billy?”
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t even think about calling me that.”
“But it’s so very tempting.”
“I will end you. I will drag you intoThe Last of Uswith me and end you.”
Shoulders shaking with laughter, I replied, “I’ve never seen it.”
Nate gestured at us. “Lil, you need to fix that. Watch it with him. It’s a great show.”
I nodded because I’d use any excuse to spend time with my friend. “We should definitely do that.”
Lily smiled. “We’ll pencil that in to our already bursting schedule. Anyhoo, would you rather spend one month out of your entire life living your version of a perfect, blissful existence, knowing the rest of your life would be mediocre? Or live a mediocre life never knowing bliss?”
