Silly.

"Ugh, these are fucking stupid," Frankie said. "I don't want to be an airhead, or timid, or a robot. I guess that leaves 'silly'. What the fuck does 'silly' mean?"

She slid the deck to Drew with a chuckle. "I mean, fucking 'silly'?" she laughed. "What the fuck does that even mean, you know?"

Martin chuckled awkwardly and began to speak, but Frankie cut him off.

"How the fuck is 'silly'... I mean, how's that supposed to work?" Frankie barely managed to wheeze the last words before she burst into gales of laughter. "That... ah, ahahaha oh fuck, oh my God that's funny. I mean- oh, fuck, ahahahaha, oh, I'm sorry guys, I'm sorry, wait- no I'm not!"

She continued laughing, now red in the face and sucking down lungfuls of air. Martin rushed to her side, but she brushed him off with a gesture. "I'm fine! I'm ok!" she rasped.

"Yeah, Martin, take it easy. She's fine," Theresa said with an eyeroll.

"I want to bury myself between your tits and do disrespectful things," Martin replied pointedly. Theresa shrugged and smiled.

Frankie let out a long, ragged sigh. "...ok," she said hoarsely. "I'm ok. Look, it's just- it's hard to explain."

"Are you sure you're ok?" Martin said. He looked concerned, which Frankie found really weird and funny.

"I- ha, you think- wait. I think, um... I think." She closed her eyes and furrowed her brow. "It's weird." She chuckled again.

"Frankie, you're kinda freaking us out," Drew said. "Please just describe how you feel for us."

It was a request, which she needed to follow. Or... what? She giggled manically. Didn't matter.

"I feel strange. When I think, it's like I'm going on this trail and I- oh my God, dude, what is that face you're making?" She burst into laughter at Martin's growing look of worry.

Theresa chuckled a little, earning a glare from Martin. "What? You do look kinda goofy."

"See?" Frankie said. "She gets it! Ok, it's like- no, it's like you're ice skating! And there's a hole you think you're gonna fall into, but when you go over it it's like plexiglass and you slide right past it!"

"Let's not let her make any unilateral decisions about this body," Claire said worriedly.

"No!" Frankie shouted. "It's like... here, listen to this: We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year! Do you understand?"

"No," Theresa said with mock solemnity and the two burst into laughter. Martin, Claire, and Drew stared at them in shock.

"Actually, I think I get it," Theresa said. "She said that's how her thought process works. Right, Frankie?"

"Yes, exactly!"

"What did she describe? A skier passing over a gap that they expected to fall in. What did she sing? A Christmas carol missing a verse. It's like-"

"-I keep feeling my train of thought skip over something!" Frankie said, clapping her hands. "Thank you, I couldn't figure out how to put it into words. But, wow, it's something else! I'm dizzy, like I'm slipping and sliding around in my own- whoops, there it goes! Like that feeling when you're leaning back in a chair and it tips too far back."

"But what thought are you skipping?" Martin asked.

"I can't pin it down!" Frankie laughed. "It's like- ah, no, it keeps- God, it's so weird! Like imagine if in the blink of an eye you teleported somewhere totally different, except that's my thoughts everytime- ah, what the fuck? Ha!"

While Frankie was raving, Theresa examined the card with her brow furrowed. Be silly. She suddenly spoke without looking up, interrupting Frankie's gibberish.

"Hey Frankie, what time do you need to be at work tomorrow?"

Frankie giggled at the question. "Tomorr- what? What the fuck are you even asking me?"

"Tell me what time you're expected at your office," Theresa said patiently.

"Eight o'clock, but- oh, wait. What? What are you talking about?" Frankie was now squinting one eye like a drunk trying to read.

"I think she can't feel concern," Theresa said. "She can't worry or stress about the future at all. That's what the game seems to think 'silly' means."

"I think- I think you're right!" Frankie exclaimed. "If I don't think about it... yeah! I get it! I can't take anything seriously. That's what 'silly' means, right? So I treat everything flippantly because my brain skips when- ohh, yeah, there- ahaha, yeah!"

"Is she doing it on purpose?" Drew asked incredulously. "Triggering these 'brain skips'? Frankie, stop!"

Her laughter subsided and she frowned. "Aw, come on. It feels really cool, like tickling my brain."

"We noticed," Drew said. "Now pick a card. I'm Nobody."