"NO!"
"Jess-"
"NO!"
"Jes-"
"NO!"
"Je-"
"NO!"
"J-"
"NO!"
"-"
"NOOOOOOOO!"
Somehow, Hannah sensed that Jess wasn't keen.
"Aww...please??" Hannah batted her eyelids so hard that her eyelashes (although real) almost fell off.
Jess didn't grace Hannah's question with a reply.
"Oh come on...there are GREAT prizes to be won!!"
"Oh what, like a million pounds of spaghetti?" Jess asked sarcilly.
"Well, they give away a million pounds too, it's just the luck of the draw."
Jess frowned. "You always had a gambling problem. Try and deny it." Hannah didn't say anything. "Hum."
"We should be able to fix the prize considering we're doing them such a big favour."
"I thought your prize was pasta?"
"Yes, well, that too..."
Jess grumbled.
"Oh come on Jess! Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pleeeeeeassse?"
"Did you just say piss?"
"No."
"Oh. Ok then."
"You'll do it?!!" Hannah jumped up in excitement."
"NO!"
"Oh." Hannah sat down again. "But you'd be able to answer all of the questions considering they're all devilishly easy, apart from that second largest continent one..."
"Yes, well." Jess hugged the atlas closer to her underneath her dressing gown.
"So...what do you think? We're bound to win something...even if it is only a million pounds of pasta."
"Oh...god..." Jess felt herself giving in. "Ok."
"YEY!" Hannah did her triumphant dance and bounced on the sofa.
"But there is to be NO gunging, NO humiliation and NO flirting with the presenter."
"Oh, Jess..."
"NO, Hannah."
"Ok."
"Right. Now let's get some sleep." Jess turned around and started back up the stairs.

"Ok. Once again." Jess leant across the breakfast table towards Hannah. "What is the capital of France?"
"Wine." Replied Hannah, shovelling a spoonful of muesli into her mouth.
"NO!" Jess smacked Hannah around the head. "BAD HANNAH!"
"JESS!" Hannah had spat her muesli all over the table.
"Look, Hannah, I've got 6 days to make you a general knowledge Queen. Co-operate."
"Do I get a crown?"
Jess sighed.
"No, Hannah."
"I'm taking a break." Hannah wolfed down her remaining muesli and ran to the TV where her beloved PlayStation 2 lay awaiting her hands.
"HANNAH, GET YOUR UGLY BUTT BACK HERE NOW!"
"But it's calling me, Jess." She whined.
"NO!" Jess shouted. "Or at least not until you can tell me how many 'i's there are in municipal."
"Three?" Said Hannah, hopping towards the TV.
"GOOD GOD NO!" Jess huffed. "Fine go away," Jess muttered. "Let's just hope that I can answer all the questions apart from the music ones." Jess said. "What do I mean hope?!"

"Three days." Hannah crossed off another day on the calendar.
"What's the capital of Borneo?" Jess asked her.
"There isn't one."
"How many G's in antidisestablishmentarianism?"
"There aren't any."
"How many North Korean troops were stationed in France in the Korean war?"
"They weren't."
"Where is the democracy in the UK?"
"There isn't any."
"Eureka!" Jess punched the air. "I think you've got it!" Hannah smiled triumphantly. "We're going to be millionaires by the end of the week!"
"Or pasta millionaires." Hannah reminded her.
"Indeed." Jess rubbed her hands together and began to cackle.
"Can I go and play on the PlayStation now?" Hannah pleaded.
"Why do you always want to go play that thing? What game are you playing?"
"'JANGO!'" Hannah replied.
"WHAT?!!" Jess dropped her map of Algeria and gave up learning all of their leading high-jumpers. She made her way to the TV screen that had the green haired host on it in the form of a very small robot.
"Who was the first Algerian athlete to win gold at the Olympic games in the 200 metres?"
"Oh, bollocks!" Jess screamed.
"Wrong answer, Jess." Hannah said. Jess was flicking through her book on Algeria that she had bought from her beloved 'Waterstones'.
"It's...it's...Schvanga Hahn!!"
"CORRECT!" The host made static movements that were meant to symbolise clapping.
"Hannah, this is brilliant! Do you realise what this MEANS?!" Jess said excitedly.
"It means..." Hannah looked quizzical. "It...means..."
"IT MEANS that we can practise before the show!" Jess took the controller from Hannah and pressed a few buttons.
"GAME OVER!" Hannah's PlayStation announced.
"I think you need some practise on this first." Hannah commented.
"Hmm." Jess scooped up her books. "Well." She walked off towards the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" Hannah asked.
"TO LEARN ABOUT THE HISTORY OF THE HUNGARIAN NOSE FLUTE!" Jess called back.