Lola worried her lip, did she have a preference. Her only preference was to have fun, and sometimes you got there by trying things you didn't like, or thought you would like and ended up going wrong. She liked a boy, that blew up, and she found a different boy. That also blew up, but she was better for it, at least she thought she was, "I want to try everything. Except anything that's a weird fusion with Mexican. I feel like Dad will just... know, and come find me even here."

Lola smiled up at him before closing her eyes, "Don't cheat. Just make sure I'm aimed at the food fliers. Unless you change your mind about the pool party." She didn't honestly mind if he did help her hand find a mark. She seemed rather at home moving with her eyes closed. While the idea of cheating crossed her mind, she didn't know what Stiles liked enough to pick something he'd appreciate. So she'd let the fates decide.

The fates liked her, usually. She pressed forward until her finger touched the board, "I can't look, what did I hit!?"