Over the last hour and a half, they've exhausted every round they know, one-sentence stories, and even a failed game of truth or dare. They've moved on to word association, trying to distract themselves from the fact that they are now trudging uphill.
"Cafeteria"
"Really nasty French fries"
"Would you like to supersize that?"
"McDonalds employees"
"Racetrack"
"Hot," Skittery adds, without thinking.
Pause.
"I didn't mean it like that! I mean, he's always complaining about how hot it is, even in winter!"
He pushes to the front of the group in search of some water, knowing he hasn't fooled anyone.