Chapter Twelve Page 6
Miranda: Omigod, will you let me finish?
I mean a challenge with conditions. You can come up with your own set if you don’t like mine.
The point is to make it so we can talk somewhere private — and not lose time in the real world while we do it. I don’t want my father asking what I was doing out so long, do you?
Thus, a challenge with rules like “all the Beings can do to each other is arm-wrestle.” When we’re ready to leave, we tell them to go for it, and the Game ends with no harm done.
Bianca: Can we do that?
Timothy: As far as I know, it works. But if anyone could figure out a way to, well, game the Game . . .
Miranda: You want to help them out? Challenge us to a no-holds-barred fight in the even that we cheat. No sense me having Poe pick a brawl with Patrick, even a winning one, if he’d only get thrown straight into a new one with a fresh opponent.
Timothy: We’re willing. Reseda’s due for a battle anyway.
Reseda: Mmm . . .
Bianca: What about you, Patrick? Do you think we should go for it?
Patrick: I think we should do whatever you want to do.