Scrabble, Jake insists, is a perfectly appropriate game. So they'd played, and they'd laughed, and they'd let Elle win when she thought that bwipple counted as a word. But then she'd gone to bed, and Scrabble just started to be boring. Avery didn't say anything, but when Jake checked the rules again to determine the rules of hyphenated words, Avery steals his letters. Jake looks up to protest, but F-U-C-K is spelled out on the board, and Avery places the M and the E before he looks up. "What?"
Scrabble used to be a perfectly appropriate game, but it's hard for it to be anything the way it's been shoved by urgent hands to the floor.