Asked her to cook me a beef wellington as a romantic meal.
She spent an hour cooking (pretended 1 hour passed)
Ate the meal.
"uh oh, my tummy don't feel good." She starts acting concerned.
I say I might need a hospital.
She offers to call an ambulance.
I lie and say my buddy dave can pick me up, he's waiting outside.
She says "ok, here's the key, call me when you get to the hospital."
I win.
10/10 good game.