The Maze

You're walking around the neighbourhood with your best friend Arthur. Arthur is eighteen and has blonde, messy hair with algae-green eyes. He doesn't have many friends because of his god-awful cooking, but you don't mind, you only eat enough to knock you out at best. He makes up for his terrible cooking skills with a broad knowledge of fantastical beings and entities such as unicorns and fairies.
"Truth or dare," Arthur says, breaking the silence, looking at you with mischief in his eyes.
You think, wondering if the dare is to flirt with the first person you see or cover someone's lawn with eggs, or if the truth is going to be asking something as cliche and overdone as 'who do you like?'