Sun Mote Copse She paints me blue again

Sugar didn't just sense Avery's disappointment, it was as if she felt it too. She frowned sympathetically at her sister, wishing she didn't have to be the voice of reason and spoil their sport. Not that Avery appeared to or would hold it against Sugar. They were too tightly-knit for such trivialities.

"We should play another game," Sugar proposed, hoping to turn that frown upside down all the same. "Maybe a word game or someth—hey, what about true or dare? Truth or dare," she corrected herself in the same breath.