"You're the worst," Danny announced, good-naturedly, and tried to ignore all the blood rushing to his head and focus instead on remaining stock still and not falling to his imminent death. At least he could take comfort in knowing she'd save him. Probably. He counted out a minute and then flipped himself upright again, making his way back to his waiting slushie and bag of chips, then sat down on the ledge beside her. "Okay, your turn, Spiderella. Truth or dare?"