[agodr] Celeste v Gask: 20 questions

Gask was at his usual spot at his usual time. He enjoyed routine. It made things easy, let him focus on thinking about things that mattered. Routine was honestly one of Gask's favorite things about this world.

He also enjoyed the lake at the academy. He didn't swim in it like other students did. He used it as a metronome of sorts. The lapping of the water at the bank was an excellent pace to keep himself at as he practiced his Tai Chi.

He was just finishing up this afternoon's work out, putting his shoes back on and packing up his bag. But he didn't leave immediately. He had a challenge for the game of Divine Right today. Mister Glister had insisted he actually compete with someone for once. So Gask had put up a request on social media.

One Ms. Celeste Forestier had responded. A teacher. Home economics. A skill he had very little practical knowledge in, truth be told. He checked his watch.

Gask turned as he heard someone call out his name. "Ms. Forestier, I presume?" The quick, not so subtle sound of someone clearing their throat newrby cussed Gask to turn. Mister Glister, his own Regalia, was shaking his head as he approached.

"Gask, my friend. You can't be like this. Especially not when you talk to a lovely lady, yeah? You have to smile a bit and lose some of that edge in your voice."
Gask could only sigh. They had been through this argument more times than he cared to remember. "I am trying, Mr. Glister."

It certainly didn't look like he was. Gask remained almost completely flat and monotone in the way he spoke. He used no body language, no hand gestures. His face showed no emotion save for his eyes, that looked at everything as.though he could bore a hole through things with willpower alone.

"I apologize for tge disruption, Ms. Forestier. Regardless. I assume you are here for our challenge, then? Do you have anything specific for us to do? I am essentially open for any kind of challenge."

"Twenty questions. That is where I attempt to guess an idea you are thinking of by asking up to twenty yes or no questions, correct? That sounds fine by me..."

Gask adjusted his bag over his shoulder and nodded once. "I suppose you can start as the answerer then."

"That is correct. That was ten questions, yes?"

Gask nodded and started his round of questions. He wasn't sure where to begin, but after his fourth or so question he started to think it might have something to do with cooking, since she was a home economics teacher. Maybe that was too cliche? He was right about that though.

After his eighth guess, he paused, closing his eyes. "Is it a whisk?"

"That is correct." Gask actually gave a faint smile at that. "Books are some of my favorite things about this world."

Now it was his turn to guess. He fumboed along, asking more questions than Celeste had had to in order to arrive at the fact that it was some sort of jewelry. He had nearly guessed a bra when she off-handedly mentioned that it was normally work by women more than men. He finally guessed.

"A ring?"