Authors Note: Excuse time! Life happened, and I refuse to write without a muse. Otherwise, it stinks. I am working on muse induction so that I way I can write when I can. Sorry about the really lousy update time. I had a choir trip, and I am writing an actual novel, as it is my goal to be published by the time I am out of high school.

Breakfast was simple. She had almost nothing to eat in her cupboards, only cereal, instant oatmeal, mac and cheese, peanut butter and bread. Nothing much could go wrong with any of those foods, unless you tried to combine them all. When asked, Celeste just blushed from embarrassment and said something about those dang pans hating her. She had already eaten, so she just stood in the kitchen as he filled himself. Not staying to close while keeping an eye on him. He ate in silence as he schemed. This was a valuable chance, but he wasn't going to blow it by saying something stupid right off the bat!

"You want me to tell you all I know about him to see if I know anything valuable, don't you?" she asked after he was halfway done with his bowl.

A cornflake lodged itself in the back of his throat and he had to cough quite painfully to make it come free. "What?" he spluttered. Smooth and totally sophisticated. Nice one Billy!

She rolled her eyes. "Oh come on. I practically gave you a golden opportunity and you don't seem like the kind to pass it up!"

"Wait… Did you do this intentionally?"

Her eyes flickered and she grinned. "And now is when we transition into a game I call Questions. Not the game I played in high school drama club, mind you. This one is… more fun."

"How so?"

"Let me finish explaining." She put a finger to her lips to indicate he needed to be quiet. "In my version of questions, there are questions and answers that are given by the weight of the answer. For example, if I were to ask a meaningless question like what your favorite cereal was, then you could ask me an equally meaningless question. But as the game goes, it gets deeper." A grin tugged at her lips. "The answerer gets to determine how much of a weight it was and can prestate the question they would like answered in return before giving out their answer. Now you can ask questions."

Doctor Horrible stared at her. "This is a game you play?"

"Yes, I do it when I'm bored! Now any questions pertaining to the game itself?"

"How often do you play this?"

Her eyes rolled again. "Okay. Now you only have one question that strictly applies to the rules of the game."

He took a bite of cereal as he pondered this. Not just a question. The entire game was thought over. It sounded pretty twisted, but it also seemed like something a bored teenage girl might come up with under the correct circumstances. And if he didn't feel like answering a question he could just skip out of it, never to be seen again. But to be safe, he asked, "What if one of us doesn't answer the question given to us?"

"Simple. I tell Hammer you broke in here and disturbed me if you don't answer. If I don't… I'll dump a pot of hot coffee over my head if I don't answer."

"That doesn't seem exactly fair. I get publicly humiliated while you just get filthy."

"I'll do it in public. In the middle of that baseball field and roll in the grass. Fair now?"

"Well, yeah. I suppose." He hoped it wouldn't come down to that for either of them. His end seemed painful and hers just was flat out embarrassing.

"Fantastic." She smiled sweetly, which seemed so contradictory compared to the topic at hand. It was interrupted by her phone loudly beeping on her counter. "Crap! I forgot I have to leave for work!" Several curses were muttered under her breath as she rushed to do whatever. Change into her uniform or something.

"I can let myself out, if that helps," he called after her.

"No you can't!"

He scowled and got up to clean up his bowl. He was evil, not rude. (And for those who wonder, there is a difference.) How was he supposed to play questions if she had to leave then and there?

She breezed through after a moment and picked up her phone, slipping it into the pocket of the blazer she had put on. "Sorry for having to cut it short and all. You looked pretty excited to play Questions."

"I was…" he muttered. "Will it be at all possible for us to play Questions later?"

Letting out an exasperated sigh, she thought about it. Even though it was a rather petty game, he seemed to think it was his ticket to succeeding at everything! Then again, if he played his cards right, then it might end up being so.

"I'll tell you what." She twirled her keys on one of her fingers. "In a few days I have another date with Hammer at some restaurant. If you can figure out where and distract him long enough, I will go with you and then we can play Questions. Deal?"

"Deal!"