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.
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Dominic, Luke and Felix fought this against, despite the fact that Felix wasn't even playing. Felix and Alice are currently judging the competition as well as ensuring that there is no cheating.
"Well, I thought it should change team, go all the way around the circle-" Louisa starts,
"More like square Mum."
"What?"
"There's four teams, so it's really a square." Taron demonstrates the shape of a square with his finger, and Louisa responds by chucking a cushion in the general direction of her son's face.
"As I was saying. I thought it should go round and then when we come back to them it's their turn again?"
"That sounds fair." Alice comments regally from her armchair,
"Alright, it's our turn then." Dominic announces and takes his pack of cards,
"What category are we on 'Milia?" Luke asks as he looks to her and Emilia leans forward to look at the board.
"Action." She informs them,
"Are you joking?! That's the easy one!" Oliver shouts,
"Oliver darling, calm down it's just a game." Louisa assures him, and before he can start huffing and puffing about how this was not just a game, Esme turns the timer signaling for Luke and Dominic to start.
Emilia stretches her legs out across Taron's lap and he smiles at her, resting his hand on her lower leg.
"Are you alright?" He asks her, a shade quieter than the rambunctious atmosphere in the room.
"I'm good, full from dinner, but good. Are you alright?" He nods,
"I think my dignity has been lost after those childhood anecdotes." Emilia grins at him,
"You heard anecdotes about my childhood, it's only fair that the favour is returned." Taron raises an eyebrow at her comment and the two once again sit in silence, contently watching the game. Eventually it rolls around to Taron and Emilia's turn again.
"Right, are you ready?" Taron picks up the card, and the key for the spade section was to describe the item so specifically that no one else could possibly figure it out.
Luckily for Taron the category wasn't world, instead it was person, which could be argued to be an equally difficult category. However the person happened to be Alan Rickman, and Taron knew exactly how to describe it so that it was specific to his and Emilia's relationship.
"There's no time limit remember." Emilia prompts him and Taron nods.
"Yes, right it's in the person category." Emilia nods as Dominic begins yelling out random famous names. "You remember when we were on the phone, having a conversation about how nervous I was for my audition?" Emilia assents to his words. "We were talking about actors, and I was saying that I wanted to be remembered, and you compared me to a famous actor. That's who this person is." Emilia regards Taron's face for several moments before her eyes light up with the answer.
"Alan Rickman." Taron grins at her as he slams the card down on the table proudly.
"Is it our turn again?"
"I believe so, move forward once space and continue from that category." Alice says, making the executive decision and Taron hands Emilia some cards.
"If we get six right, we've won." Emilia observes, "And it's random category which isn't too bad."
"I'm ready."
"Okay, Louisa?" Emilia gestures to the timer, which Louisa turns over.
"Right, when we had that picnic, I brought a flask, what drink was in it?"
