Page 11 of The Fake Out

“No! It’s white, and you eat it with beans, and it’s crunchy, not creamy.”

“Uh, it’s only crunchy if it’s made wrong,” Mason mumbled from the other side of the room.

What was it? “Uh…” I scratched at my head, at a loss.

“Rice,” Bosco said, his tone laced with annoyance.

Hannah groaned.

“Rice?” I said, wishing I could yank this blindfold off. Mason was right. Rice shouldn’t be crunchy. I’d never had crunchy rice. If Bosco hadn’t thrown that out there, I would have gotten it.

“I want a do-over,” Bosco demanded. “He should have gotten that.”

“No, it’s Emerson’s turn,” Hannah said.

“He should have gotten that. I want a do-over.”

“Okay,” I agreed with an easy shrug. I could go without having my face shoved into another plate of food, and Bosco clearly needed the win.

“Fine,” Hannah said.

I waited and listened, this time to the sound of him chewing.

“They’re salty. And small. And a snack.”

“Fritos.”

“No.”

“Sunflower seeds.”

“No. They’re shaped like…” Bosco hummed, then chuckled. “Like a dick.”

“Banana?” I guessed.

“No. Smaller. Like a dick on a… mouse.”

Hannah coughed, and the room broke out in laughter.

“Mouse dicks?” I asked, confusion and amusement teaming up and making me laugh.

“Kinda. I don’t know. Just think dick on a mouse. But salty and crunchy.”

Elbows on the table in front of me, I racked my brain for foods that were dick shaped. “Oh,” I said, clapping. “Cashew!”

“Yes! That’s what I’m talking about.” Kyle drummed both hands on the tabletop, making the whole thing vibrate.

“We can’t use that.” Hannah scoffed over the noise.

Kyle’s drumming came to an instant halt, and the room went quiet again. “Why?”

“We can’t go on social media talking about rodent penises. I specifically said this activity was approved for all ages.”

Bringing my fist to my mouth, I swallowed back a laugh at the reproach in her voice.

“Fine. Give me another. I’ll keep it totally G-rated,” he demanded. The dude was probably the most competitive member of the Revs.

Hannah sighed, but a moment later, there was a shuffling of feet. Then she murmured words I couldn’t make out.

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