‘That’s yourfavourite?’ Malachi gasps. ‘Of everything you could eat in the world for breakfast, you picked Marmite?’
‘It’s a good source of vitamin B!’ Patrick protests.
‘Oh, that’s tragic,’ says Whit. ‘Live a little, man. You could be eating waffles!’
‘With Marmite?’ Bridget asks, her nose rucked up in disgust.
Whit shivers. ‘I hope not.’
I wonder if Patrick knows what my favourite is. I probably would have put crêpes because of this morning, but… is that true?
This round brings Dolly and Bridget in line with me.
Lina is still standing at the start.
‘Come on, babe, you know I also love a green juice,’ Zack groans. ‘I made you one this morning!’
‘In my defence,’ she says, wiping clean her board, ‘it was kind of gross.’
‘That’s very rude actually.’ His lip curls into a pout.
I really am not sure I like him. I thought Jackson would be the one I’d be having to work hard to like, but at least he’s pretty on the surface about being, well,him. There’s something about Zack that gives me the weirds.
I really thought Lina was going to pick Cobey. She didn’t want to talk about it in the warehouse, and we’ve not had time since because my brain’s been leaking out my ears.
It’s always strange when your friend brings home a boyfriend that you can’t quite work out. Maybe she sees something in him that the rest of us can’t yet.
‘Men!’ shouts Karina, commanding our attention. ‘What did your fiancée want to be as a kid?’
I scribble down my answer, realising quickly that there’s not actually a name for the person who builds safe crossings for hedgehogs so they don’t get run over. When I talked to Dolly about it back in the warehouse, it took so much context to explain. I guess conservationist would be close, but I’m not sure we’ve even talked about it?
Needless to say, Patrick doesn’t seem to know either, because he’s written ‘veterinarian’.
Dolly would have got it right.
‘Close!’ I say truthfully.
‘Hang on, what does that say?’ Patrick leans forward and squints rather than coming closer and leaving his designated position. ‘Hedgehog road-crossing maker?’
‘I don’t think that’s a job, honey,’ says Malachi, who has correctly guessed that Whit was born to be a surgeon. ‘But maybe it should be.’
‘You could make it one,’ insists Whit kindly.
‘Surely I get half a point?’ Zack says, pointing between hisand Lina’s boards because he wrote ‘teacher’ and she wrote ‘Yoga teacher’.
‘No half points in this challenge,’ says Lucas.
‘Ew, a mortician?’ cries Bridget, and I know she is looking at Dolly’s board – strange to know I’d also have got that right.
‘I know, but it wasn’t to be,’ Dolly says dramatically.
‘OMG why?’
‘It’s a bit of a dead-end career, isn’t it?’
I can’t help but snort-laugh at that. Sheisfunny.
Warren knew about her morbid childhood ambitions, so they step forward, putting both Dolly and Whit ahead of me, with Bridget and I tying in second. Lina has not stepped forward at all.
