As the Cheths snicker and snirk to themselves, smiling cheekily, Phaedra grabs the bridge of her nose in contemplation.
Phaedra: Fine. Whatever. Why am I even surprised... How about this:
She clasps her hands together, and looks toward them pleadingly.
Phaedra: Make up for your lie by telling me a truth. ANY truth.
The Cheths go completely silent with a start, and the woman stops slurping from her bottle instantly. They look utterly dumbfounded.
Phaedra closes her eyes and tosses her hands up in the air, exasperated.
Phaedra: It's something my mom made me do when I told a lie as a kid... Maybe it'll work here. I will believe whatever you say next. Just make it count.
The man glances to his left with wide eyes, considering something - or maybe conferring silently with his other half - or maybe both. His eyes dart back to Phaedra's, looking a bit more... determined.
