“What do we win?” Lachlan asks.
“The privilege of knowing you truly understand each other.”
“That’s it?”
“And a gift basket from the McKenzie distillery,” Alistair adds. “Otherwise nobody would participate.”
“I’m playing,” Jane declares immediately.
Callum sighs but grabs a notebook.
Finn and I exchange a look.
A very clear we are absolutely screwed look.
Because we’re supposed to be a real couple. The kind who actually know each other. Who share things. Who know each other’s favorite meals and worst childhood memories.
Except we’re not a real couple.
We’re a fake couple who happen to share a roof, a handful of late-night conversations, and a mutual hatred of psychotic sheep.
“First question,” Maggie announces, checking her list. “What’s your partner’s favorite food?”
I glance at Finn. He looks back at me.
I write the first thing that comes to mind: steak frites.
Because that’s what he orders at the pub every chance he gets.
Finn writes something down, focused.
“Who’s first?” Callum asks.
“We’ll go alphabetically,” Maggie decides. “So Alistair and Keira first.”
Alistair raises his notebook confidently.
“Seafood risotto.”
Keira smiles.
“Seafood risotto.”
“One point!” Maggie announces.
“Callum and Jane?”
Callum hesitates.
“Uh… lasagna?”
Jane bursts out laughing.
“Callum, I’m lactose intolerant. You know that.”
“Oh right. Damn. The… uh… salmon?”
“Sushi,” Jane corrects, holding up her notebook. “You’re confusing me with yourself.”
