Saltwater

Seventeen

Kind (adjective) - of a good and benevolent nature or disposition, as a person

Emilia is sitting cross-legged on the sofa next to Taron, cards clutched in her hands, she scans down to find what she has to describe for him.

"You two, it's your turn." Oliver points at Taron and Emilia,

"You ready Aaron?" Emilia looks at him curiously and he quirks a grin,

"Always ready." You probably wouldn't be surprised at this, but they made a great team, they seemed to get the most number of cards each turn. Unless the category was world, Taron was not particularly good at Geography and to be fair neither was Emilia.

"Okay, I'm starting the timer." Oliver places the minute glass down on the table, and Emilia looks into Taron's eyes. Their category was object this time, which generally wasn't too hard.

"Right, you know when we made cake together?" Taron nods hurriedly, "We went upstairs to your room afterwards and listened to Passenger, what did we listen to it on?" Emilia watches the cogs turn in Taron's eyes as they sparkle with thought.

"Record player!" Taron blurts out,

"Yep, okay that picture I drew you, of you on the beach. What was the object in that picture?" Taron's brow knits in confusion; "You could see you and then the outline of the picture was-"

"Camera." Taron clicks his fingers; he had a habit of doing this when he was struggling to find the answer. Emilia chucks the card onto the table,

"You call people on it."

"What?"

"Uh, you, you text people on it!" Emilia stutters, the competiveness now bubbling through her blood as she looks wildly at Taron.

"Phone!"

"Specifics!"

"Mobile phone!" Taron clicks his fingers in triumph.

"What do you put flowers in?"

"Vase."

"Time's nearly up!" Oliver shouts, equally as competitive as his son.

"What do you write a letter with?"

"PEN!" Taron almost screams,

"Specific kind, think ink cartridges."

"FOUNTAIN PEN!" Taron yells deafeningly,

"TIME'S UP!" Oliver roars and Louisa looks at her son and her husband with a very old fashioned look.

"I think they got that one brother." Connor pats Oliver on the shoulder who lets out a huff of disapproval and Emilia grins as she high-fives Taron.

"Fine, they move forward four spaces." Taron and Emilia reach for their counter, and Emilia looks at him.

"You want to move it?" Taron lets his fingertips brush the back of her hand.

"You move it." He voices, almost in a whisper. There's a sharp intake of breath from everyone as the counter lands on a spade category.

"Oooh." Dominic and Oliver say in unison and Emilia giggles,

"Right, do we switch players or do they play this round?" Luke inquires. There had been some debate about how exactly to play Trivial Pursuit. The current game consisted of four teams of two, those being, Emilia and Taron, Oliver and Connor, Louisa and Esme and Dominic and Luke.

I don't know how you play Trivial Pursuit, but after lots of arguing, shouting and throwing cushions at each other, they had finally come to a decision. Which was that the turn went round the circle, and the amount of cards you answered equated to the amount of spaces, which you moved forward. The debate had been on account of Oliver demanding that one team kept their turn until they landed on a spade and then the play was up for grabs.