A sympathetic frown at her nosebleed; another pause to let her wipe her face before he continues.

“At a slumber party, your gang starts up a no-holds-barred session of Truth or Dare. Someone dares you to strip naked and run through the sprinklers, even though it’s past midnight and below -15 degrees outside. You:

- bust off your flannels and pray your chest cold doesn't escalate to a lethal case of pneumonia.
- quit. You've always hated that game anyway.
- quickly switch to truth--you'd prefer to be tortured at room temperature, thank you.”