Page 102 of Trying Sophie

Sophie: Right.

Declan: Hmm. As much as I love the taste of you, I’d have to go with no taste buds. I need to be able to tell the difference between jerseys on the field.

Declan: Would you rather lose your sense of touch or your sense of smell?

Sophie: Sense of smell, definitely. In fact, I’ve wished for it on a few of my trips. And don’t think I didn’t catch that thing about how I taste. You’re incorrigible.

Declan: And you’re delicious.

Declan: Oooh. Here’s one. Would you rather fight 100 duck-sized horses or one horse-sized duck?

Sophie: Shit. I never know how to answer this one. First, ducks are dicks so the idea of a horse-sized one trying to clomp all over you is terrifying. But if you can bring it down quickly, that’s only one foe you have to contend with. That might be easier than fighting off 100 of them.

Declan: I love that you’ve given thought to this and that you sound just a little bit bloodthirsty about your battles.

Sophie: Yes, I’m a regular Queen Boudicca.

Sophie: Here’s a good one. Would you rather have to read every single word in the “terms and conditions” whenyou upgrade your iPhone, or ask your mom for permission every time you wanted to have sex?

Declan: That’s not a good one at all. Of course I’d read the damn contract. Wouldn’t you?

Sophie: Hmm. Maybe. It might be fun to harass my mom like that. I should give it a try sometime.

Declan: Please don’t.

Sophie: Yeah, you’re right. Terms and conditions it is.

Sophie: Alright, here’s something different. Would you rather have your Netflix history made public or your Spotify history made public?

Declan: I don’t have Netflix and I am unashamed of my music preferences.

Sophie: You don’t have Netflix?

Declan: Nope.

Sophie: So no Netflix and Chill?

Declan: What does that even mean?

Sophie: I’m not sure. I *think* it means you invite someone to your house under the guise of watching TV and chilling out but then you end up having sex in front of the TV or something.

Declan: Not to brag, but I’m pretty sure I don’t need to get you to my place under false pretenses.

Sophie: You’re totally bragging.

Declan: Okay, yeah. I am. You’re a pretty good pull.

Sophie: Yes, I am. And don’t you forget it.

Sophie: Anyhow, I have to run downstairs now and set up for the night.

Sophie: Talk to you later?

Declan: Yup. I’ll call around half-eleven.

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