Question
James was staring at Poppy like she had grown a second head.
"What?" he choked out.
"You heard me, Jaime. Now answer the question," Poppy insisted, hands resting sternly on her hips.
James gulped. Surely this was a trick question. There was no way it wasn't a trick question. But that left the correct answer no more obvious to him than before.
It was a trick question wasn't it? James searched his copper-haired Soulmate's face for some sign of joking.
Nothing. But surely she couldn't be asking that question seriously. James took a deep breath. All he could do was answer truthfully.
"No, Poppy. I don't think your brother is prettier than you."
A/N: Wrote this some time back. It's been a while since I posted something so I thought it couldn't hurt. Please R&R.