Page 70 of Eco-Activist's Mountain Men
“No! Not dumb cards. Something fun.” She taps her lip, thinking. “Yes! Charades.”
“Sha-what?” I frown.
“Oh, come on. Everyone’s played Charades.”
“No.”
“Nope.”
“Never heard of it.”
She gawks. “None of you has ever played Charades?”
“Are you sure you’re not thinking of Shot Roulette?” I ask. “That’s where you line up shot glasses on a roulette wheel?—”
“No, Toby! Not Shot Roulette, you cultureless heathen.” She sighs like a saint saddled with sinners, then goes on to explain the rules: mime out a title, no words, just gestures. Whoever guesses goes next. No winner. Just for fun.
“For fun?” I repeat, scandalized.
“Yes, Toby. F-U-N. Fun.”
“So… when do we start drinking?”
“You don’t. And if you don’t start washing dishes, I’ll torch your disgusting beer-mat collection.”
“They’re an important part of American culture.”
Even Luke snorts at that, so I head for the sink, defeated. “Yes, ma’am.”
We clear up and push the chairs back, then Luna claps her hands like a drama teacher. “Okay, apes. I’ll go first, so I can teach you how it works.”
“Do we need safety goggles?” I mutter.
She ignores me and mimes an old-fashioned movie camera.
"Okay, it's a movie." Jack grunts, unimpressed.
"And a song," adds Eric as Luna goes on to act out singing.
Then she holds up four fingers.
“Four words!” Eric shouts.
She nods, then holds up one finger
"This means I'm going to act out the first word now," she explains.
"Okay."
She makes the shape of the letter T by placing one of her index fingers on top of the other.
"Er… Timeout?" I suggest.
"If anyone does this, it means the word they are miming is 'the"', she says.
"The" is the first word. Okay, got it, says Eric, who seems to be enjoying the game immensely."
Luna now holds up two fingers.
