Extend the Story - Add a Room

She gives you a look, and you feel the rock of regret sink into your stomach.

"You should do it with me!"

"No."

"Aw, c'mon!" Erin pouts. It's not as effective as she thinks. "It'll be super duper fun!"

"No, I don't want to. It'll be like that clown camp all over again." One summer, Erin signed you both up for circus camp. It was, well…painful. You're no acrobat and no comedian, and putting the two together equaled humiliation and a broken leg. Erin, of course, thrived through it all. She told you that year that she wanted to be a professional clown, and you told her she already was one. "I'm not signing up for any more of your clubs."

"I'll give you something in return." She taps her finger on her chin, staring up at the ceiling in what you presume to be her thinking position. It's like she's a cartoon character. "Well, what would you want me to bribe you with?"

You sigh at her laziness, but answer.

"Money."