Rayla's POV

Rayla knocked on Callum's door, fidgeting a little, the way she always did when she was waiting for a door to open. Please let it be Callum who answers.

It was. He grinned and dragged her inside. "You're the last one here!"

Zym, Callum and Ezran's golden retriever puppy, perked up when Rayla walked in. (On the other hand, their cat, Bait, remained supremely undisturbed.)

Callum grabbed a soda on his way inside. Rayla snatched it deftly from his hands. "Thank you."

"Wha...but I...I was going to drink that!" he protested.

"Get another," she told him, taking a sip.

He rolled his eyes, grabbed another soda, and sat beside her, careful to hold it out of her reach.

They played several games of Uno before Ezran got Callum to break out the Jenga. Rayla sat back, waiting for her turn.

The first game was a bit of a fluke (Soren knocked the entire tower over on his first turn) but the second one lasted longer, ending only when Ezran swept his arm out in a dramatic gesture and bumped the blocks.

"I'm done with this. Let's play Kiss, Marry, Kill," Claudia said.

"That's no fun," Soren complained. "Rayla doesn't even know how to play."

"Yes, I do!" Rayla protested.

"No, you always just say 'kill everyone'," Soren pointed out.

"Well, the other options are stupid!" Rayla sighed. "Fine, I'll play the "right" way."

"Alright, fine," Soren snapped. "Kiss, Marry, Kill...Ezran, me, and Callum."

"Ezran's twelve!" Rayla argued. "You know what, fine. Kill you. Marry Ezran, then divorce him later. So I guess kiss Callum."

Rayla glanced at Callum as she spoke. He looked away, ears turning slightly red.