"So, you've never thought about it?"
Blossom set her book down, and Buttercup looked down at Bubbles curiously from where she lay on the bed. Or rather, they squinted, as if she'd said something nonsensical.
"What do you mean by 'thought about it?'" Blossom retorted, watching her sister drift around the room. Really, she had such a short attention span-if they ignored the question, she might just drop it and go color, or whatever it was she did.
"That's a stupid question. Why would you think about it?" Buttercup snarled, rolling over and planting her face in the pillows.
"Hmm. Well, you might not think about a lot things, but Blossom does," Bubbles stuck her tongue out. Buttercup growled. "So, Blossom, have you?"
Blossom sighed and rested her face on her palm (or lack thereof). She was going to have to answer the question eventually, it seemed. She thought, at length, of a way to phrase the answer without incriminating herself.
She found none, so she lied.
"No, Bubbles, I've never thought about kissing girls."
[Insert clever a/n here]