Rachel shuddered. "As we all know, the scariest thing were..."
Lynn waited.
Rachel cleared her throat again. "Were..."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"The Orcs?"
"Nuh-uh."
"The wolves?"
"Nuh-uh."
An hour later, Lynn was frantically guessing at random things that were...well...random.
"Pickles? Five Nights At Freddy's? Aglets? Shoelaces in general?"
"No. But all those ones you just said ARE PRETTY SHACKALACKA HAIRRAISING!"
"Even pickles?"
"Are you kidding! Those things are terrifying! But noo...it's THORIN's GRIN!"
"You mean his reminiscent smile?"
"NAW! NAW! Yer guessin' it all wrong, lass! Naw, it's his demented grin of doom! See, he was fingering these gems, white, shiny gems, and the h-he muttered somethin' an' then he grinned...I'll tell you what, it sent a chill down this here spin o'mine."
"Surely it couldn't have been that bad-"
"You don't believe me, huh? Don't shackalacka believe me? Well I'll show you! I'll show you MISSY!"
Rachel, who was quite good when it came to imitating faces, grinned her own demented grin of doom.
Lynn leaned away."Whoa."
"Yeah." Rachel's lip began to tremble.
"He's lost it, hasn't he, at this point?" It was enough to bring tears to Lynn's eyes.
"Yeah." Rachel sobbed.
"It's so depressing!" Lynn wailed.
"I know..." Cried Rachel.
Silence.
Then,
"I still could have sworn that there was something missing with that sneakout scene."