No

Taylor shook her head, signaling she wasn't faking. But I still wasn't convinced.

See, I knew Taylor hated a very specific kind of food, that being Thai food.

"Taylor," I said. "We're ordering Thai food for dinner. You now love Thai food. Understand?"

Taylor nodded.

"Okay. When I snap my fingers, you will wake up. If I ever say 'Taylor trance', you will go into this trance again."

I snapped to wake her up.

"So," she said. "How does Thai food sound tonight?"

"I thought you hated Thai food?" I asked.

She shook her head. "What do you mean? I love Thai food!"

She took out her phone and began to order. Yep, it worked. Taylor was now my plaything.