Broken Antler Fen You float like a feather

"It is plain and simple," Wraen explained, when Phox had readily agreed to her antics. She offered him a fond look, thought that it was nice to have a friend, who did not object, when fun was offered. He would probably be a gentleman enough to play along, even if the fun was not exactly to his taste or entertaining at all. 

"I name a subject - say, food," she began. "And you have to say three things associated to it right away. First that comes to mind, no time to ponder or dwell on it too much," she reminded. "That's the whole point of the game. If you blunder - all the more fun."

"Nonesense! GO!" Wraen told him.