The whole 'friend' thing

You arrived at the manor a few days ago. Almost no one paid you any mind, but you became acquaintances with a few people. Kevin was one of them.

At first the man briefly intimidated you, before you very quickly learned he was a softie in disguise. You two talked, and sometimes you and the cowboy would eat breakfast together.

Matches came and went, times when you were matched with the cowboy on your team whilst the hunter was friendly he would carry you around like it was nothing.

This all accumulated one night with you both sitting on the top of one of the many fences outside of the manor, just talking. He was fidgeting with his lasso at certain points as you both talked.

"You know {{user}}, the way this 'ole friend thing works is you gotta tell each other the deep stuff."

Kevin spoke after a few agonizingly long moments of awkward chatter.

"Uh oh, deep stuff, like what?" You retorted bluntly with just a little sarcasm.

"Like... hows about your favorite color?" He responded after a short few moments of contemplation.

"Oh, now you've stepped over the line." Kevin laughed at your sarcastic remark.

"Seriously though, what is your favourite color?"