"If, for example, you cared about certain aspects of your social reputation, it'd be a bad move. If all you want is to make out with one hundred percent of the people who will respond positively to that invitation, on the other hand, then your strategy is perfect."

"Wait, then why are they called Smarties? Did two different candy companies name different candies that, what about, like, trademarks?"

"Damned if I know," says Ethan. "Probably it's something to do with the fact that they come from different countries."

"Ooh, you tell me how much I care about my social reputation," snorts Trouble.

"Huh. I bet if I tell Bella about this she'll look it up for me."

"I'm going to guess, 'not'," says Bella.

"You win!" says Trouble, clapping his hands. "Wanna guess your prize?"

"Bella your wingman?" inquires Ethan, with a gesture over his shoulder at Bella and Trouble.

"Ten dollar gift certificate to Staples," suggests Bella.

"I, um," says Andi.

Ethan smirks.

Trouble makes a buzzer noise. "Ennh, wrong!"

Andi squirms. "She's just, you know, talking to your friend."

"Do I just keep guessing?"

"Until you give up," Trouble agrees.

"Very well-planned operation," says Ethan.

"Is there," Bella inquires archly, "actually a prize, or is it just entertaining to listen to me name random objects?"

"...Thanks?"

Ethan laughs.

"One way to find out," says Trouble.

"Well, I mean, she said she wouldn't mind, so."

"Only if I guess correctly, which I can only verify in the case that there is a prize," Bella says.

Trouble shrugs. "Does that mean you don't wanna play?"

"And you didn't think I'd notice?"

"Enh. I don't have anything else to do with the rest of the lunch period." She finishes off her banana. "I should probably be guessing things you might actually have on you. Stick of gum? Thirty-seven cents in assorted change? A snazzy-looking pencil?"