Pax nods sagely as she receives Lydia's rings and her thoughts, after a moment pulling off one of her additional arms and looping it under the other girl's dress strap for a trade. It seems fair. "For sure, it's like, mandated almost. All other relationships are doomed because they think you're bananas."

Her attention finally drifts back to the dance floor. "It's really Smooch Central High here, isn't it? But, ok, before wagers, firm criteria is definitely in order. Are we going to say a kiss is success?"