A simple one, naturally. We talk, we dance, and we take a guess at who the other is underneath the mask. I shan’t hold it against you if you can’t so long as you do likewise.

( It’s a game, not a bet, and Aventurine doesn’t have anything on the line. But he wants to know how noticeable he’s been. If there is anyone he should be aware of, beyond his general distrust of nearly all who have ended up grabbed by LILITH. It’s not their fault, but LILITH does seem to bring people in who are capable – that means the potential for danger, and Aventurine still feels as if he has yet to grasp the full picture.

It makes him feel uneven, grasping at straws instead of at chips. )