Nala's Pick:
(Setting = lying on rock not too far from Pride Rock)
Reader: Hi Nala.
Nala: Hello.
Reader: You don't seem too bothered about this Christmas game right now.
Nala: I don't? Wow, I must have a good poker face.
Reader: Why, you don't know what to get your person?
Nala: No idea.
Reader: Well who is it? Maybe I could help.
Nala: Heh, nice try. I'm not going to tell you.
Reader: Well it's better than turning up with nothing for your person.
Nala: Relax, that's not going to happen. I'll think of something. I've had a few ideas drift in and out but they've all had problems.
Reader: Can't you fix the problems?
Nala: I might have to. Right now I'm just skimming through ideas in my head.
Reader: Would you mind giving me a hint of who your pick is, so that I can at least have a clue for my part of the game?
Nala: I'm giving you a hint by telling you I have no clue, believe it or not.
Reader: Well I'm going to be meeting with the other guys, so I can always try and find out what they want and then report back to you.
Nala: That would be nice . . . but unnecessary. Trust me, I'll come up with something.
Reader: Well . . . if you think you'll be okay . . .
Nala: I'm not saying 'don't,' but I just think it would be unfair.
Reader: Right, I understand. But before I go, mind telling me what you would like? You know, so I can try and figure out who has you as their choice?
Nala: Hmm . . . honestly I can't think of anything that I need. Anything anyone gets me can only be an asset I guess.
Reader: Alright. Well I'll let you get back to your thinking.
Nala: Thanks. Hey, have you found a way to get back yet?
Reader: I'm afraid not, but I wouldn't have got here unless I can get back I guess.
Nala: True. Alright, talk to you later.
Reader: Bye.
Nala: Bye.