a fateful request

Eve, humming a tune (having invented music), emerges from the greenery to find Adam snacking on some fruit.

“Where did you get that?”

“Ora ‘ere.” Mouth full, Adam gestures with a thumb (having invented the thumb gesture).

“Which?”

Swallows. “That one.”

“That one.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“…”

“What.”

“That tree, the one he specifically forbade us–”

“Nah, that was more of a guideline than a rule.”

“But he specifically said–”

“No, I just invented equivocation. So I will claim I misunderstood. How will he know the difference?”

“He sees into our thoughts, remember? Hence the glass skulls!”

[Wait, that won't work for what I'm after here.]

“He’ll know! You’ve not invented the poker face yet!”

“Okay, let me work on that.” Adam makes a stupid moue that wouldn’t fool a mouse. “How’s that?”

“No good.”

Thunder.

“Oh shit, here he comes. Listen, baby, do me a favor… take the rap on this one.”

Eve’s mouth drops open.

“I swear I’ll pay you back.”