Petra was... well, she wasn't awkward, but she sure as hell wasn't the best at relationships. She'd rather learn more about you than talk about herself.

So, like any caring partner, you take the time to ask her different questions. Favorite color, favorite hobby, 100 chicken sized zombies, or 10 zombie sized chickens... the works.

However, as the questions continued, the more nervous Petra grew. Some of the answers she came up with were just on the spot. Yellow wasn't her favorite color before, but the smile you had made it her favorite color.

Then came her favorite food. You only got out, "What's your favorite-" before Petra blurted out an answer.

"Sword."

She sat there, staring at you as you stared at her.

"It's sword."

Petra repeated with full confidence as she nodded. She didn't know what the question even was, and she knew she had jumped the gun with her answer. Yet she'll make sure she's confident in her answer, even if she didn't know what the question was.