At least we were getting some of the questions right now, instead of looking like a pair of people who only agreed to get together based on strategy.
“Favorite animal,” Miri prompted, leaning forward.
“Hamster,” I shot, saying the first thing that came to mind.
Avery grimaced. “No one’s favorite animal is a hamster. All they do is sleep and poop. My favorite animal is a dog.”
“Everyone likes dogs,” I added, rolling my eyes. The only people who didn’t like dogs were sociopaths.
“Unless they’re a sociopath,” she added.
I frowned.
“Avery, what’s Emmett’s favorite animal?” Miri asked. She had lost a bit of her enthusiasm.
Shit. We needed to save this. Whatever animal Avery said, I’d agree to. Avery was watching me with a funny expression on her face. Her eyes were narrowed, and the cor
