Ruby tried to wring out her cloak.

"It will dry," Blake said. "Just lay it on the back of a chair for a few minutes."

"I wish it didn't get all wet," Ruby muttered.

"At least it cleaned the bottle gunk off, partly," Weiss said. "And some other stuff. How often do you wash that thing?"

"For a while, Dad and I had to wrestle Ruby's cape away from her."

"Yang! I haven't done that since I was nine!"

"I said for a while."

Ruby groaned. "Let's just...let's just start this again." She spun the bottle on the table the team was sitting at; it pointed at herself. She flicked the end to get it spinning, and it pointed at Blake. "Right...what is Blake's favorite...book?"

"Nnjas of Love," Yang said immediately.

Blake sighed. "I swear, it's like you think that's the only book I ever read."

"Okay, yeah, but this time I actually have a point. If there's anything I learned from the stuff outside, it's that you're lonely. Even if you say you're okay with it—even if you are okay with it—it's true. And how do people deal with loneliness? Trashy romance novels!"

"Ninjas of Love isn't that trashy," Blake muttered. "And I don't read it because I'm lonely."

"Blake strikes me as more of a speculative-fiction-epic type," Weiss said. "I've seen the Elementalist trilogy on her bookshelf, are they your favorites?"

Blake nodded. "They're among my favorites, yes. I'm not sure I could pick just one." She turned the bottle one way before spinning in the other; it pointed at Ruby.

"Yay! Me again!" Ruby struck the bottle, sending it spinning off the table; Weiss caught it. "I guess that means I ask a question about you?"

Weiss shrugged. "I guess. Just don't make it another what's-your-favorite-thing question."

"Okay. Um...why does Weiss fight with a Dust Rapier?"

Yang shrugged. "Her dad probably gave it to her."

"I don't think you're wrong," Blake said, "but I think there's more to it. Weiss cares about her family, and the Schnees are aristocrats. Using the elegant Dust Rapier instead of a more powerful or versatile weapon—"

"My rapier is versatile!" Weiss snapped.

"Your Dust is versatile," Blake countered. "You would have even more versatility with almost any folding-frame weapon with similar capabilities. Your weapon is a connection to your family, and your past."

Weiss shrugged and spun the bottle.

"You didn't say who was right," Yang said.

"...I suppose you both are, a little. Also, I know how to fight with Myrtenaster, but I couldn't fight with an arming sword or an axe or whatever. The bottle's pointing at me again." Weiss started it turning again.

"But we were right?" Yang asked.

"Of course. I have a close relationship with my family. I love Winter and my parents, and they love me back."

"Um, isn't that what family does?" Ruby asked. "Like, normally?"

Yang hugged Ruby. "Yup! We sure do!"

"Yaaang!"

"Oh come on, Ruby, this is what big sisters do! Right, Weiss?"

"Look," Weiss said, "the bottle's pointing at me again. I guess that means I need to ask a question about me that you have to answer."

"Why are you being so evasive about your family?" Blake asked.

"You're not asking the questions, I am. Um, how about something simple, like my favorite fruit?"

"Apples," Ruby said.

"Apples," Yang agreed.

"Wasn't that one of the questions Ruby asked outside?" Blake asked.

"My mistake. Let's spin the bottle again." Weiss followed her own suggestion.

"I get to ask a question about Blake!" Ruby said. "Um...do you mind if I ask about that thing we were talking about outside? When I asked about crushes?"

"Very much," Blake snapped.

"Yeah, I guessed. Um...if you could be any kind of animal, what would you be?"

"A cat?" Yang guessed.

Blake paled. "Um—why do you say that?"

Yang laughed. "It's not a pun about getting pussy, I'm being serious for once. You're all athletic, you'd like being able to jump and climb. And you like being alone, and cats do that a lot."

"I think Blake would be more of an owl," Weiss said. "Blake seems like she would be a bird, with how often she seems like she wants to just fly away, and I've always imagined that if any birds were bookworms, they would be owls."

"...I suppose I'd rather be an owl than a cat. I would like to be able to fly." Blake twirled the bottle. It spun five times before pointing back at Blake. She spun it again, and it landed on Weiss.

"Why are you being so evasive about your family?" Blake asked.

Weiss shifted in her seat.

"I bet she secretly hates her big sister," Ruby said.

Yang frowned. "...Why was that your first guess?"

"I dunno...Weiss doesn't talk much about her, though."

"She doesn't talk much about her mom or dad, either," Yang pointed out.

"Yeah, but she doesn't talk about her sister more."

"What?"

"I mean, the way Weiss doesn't talk about her sister is weirder than how she doesn't talk about her parents. It's what she doesn't say, too."

"I dunno. I think it's that she knows something. She thinks they're evil and can't or won't admit it."

"For what?" Blake asked. "Questionable business partners? Exploiting their faunus labor?"

Weiss wrinkled her nose at Blake. "The Schnee Dust Corporation does not exploit its faunus workers."

"...more than its human ones?" Yang asked.

"The corporation does not exploit any of its workers!"

"So why don't you like talking about your parents?" Ruby asked.

"Well..."

"Hello, ladies."

Weiss (and, to a lesser extent, the rest of her team) leaped out of their seats and looked behind Weiss. Jaune was standing behind her, with a goofy smile he doubtless thought was charming and suave.

"Mind if I...join in?"

"We're not playing Spin the Bottle," Yang said.

"But...you're spinning a bottle..."

"We're playing a game I invented!" Ruby exclaimed. "We spin the bottle and ask questions about each other and then guess and the person answers them!"

"I...see...can I play? Pyrrha's studying for Peach's test and Nora wanted to go into town, so I'm kinda alone."

"Where's Ren?" Weiss asked.

"You know Nora. Where do you think?"

"I wouldn't mind," Ruby said, "but this is a team exercise and—"

"You wouldn't want to spend all day alone, would you, Ruby?" Weiss spun the bottle. "Yang asking about...Ruby."

Yang smiled.

"Please don't ask anything about Jaune," Ruby said.

"I thought she was asking a question about you?" Jaune said, sitting down between Weiss and Blake.

"Right!" Ruby said. "Which is what she's doing. Right? What's the question?"

"Hm...something about Ruby...what boys you have crushes on?"

"Yaaang! I already told you that!"

"Yeah, but Jaune wasn't there."

"I don't really care," Jaune said. "I mean, I get why it matters to you, but if you just started talking about boys I'd probably just fall asleep."

Yang sighed. "Fine, fine. How about this—if you had to fight with one of our weapons instead of yours, which would it be?"

"Wait," Jaune said, "just you three or me too?"

"Show of hands," Yang said, "who thinks Ruby would rather fight with a boring old sword than a sword that can shoot ice or turn into a gun?"

No one raised their hand.

"Right," Jaune said. "I don't think any of your weapons would really fit how Ruby fights, but Yang's gauntlets hit hard and can throw you around like Ruby's scythe, so I'm guessing that."

"...What Jaune said," Blake said. Weiss didn't want to vocally agree with Jaune, but she did nod.

"Next time, Jaune speaks last." Ruby frowned at Jaune. "I mean, it's nothing personal, but it kinda defeats the purpose if you just give answers and the people on the team don't actually think about it."

"Yeah, I get it. Thanks for letting me play anyways." Jaune twirled the bottle; it pointed at Blake. Blake turned it next; after a few spins, the narrow end indicated Weiss.

"Can we re-spin?" Ruby asked. "We just did this." Ruby smacked the bottle before anyone answered; it pointed at Jaune.

Jaune frowned. "So, I get to ask a question about one of you this time, and everyone else has to guess the answers?"

Ruby nodded. "That's how the game works."

Jaune looked at the bottle and carefully flicked one end of it. It spun most of the way around the table before pointing at Weiss.

"He should spin it again," Weiss said immediately.

"Why?" Ruby asked. "He spun the bottle, and it's pointing at you. Those are the rules."

"But when Blake..." Weiss closed her eyes and sighed. "Fine." She turned to Jaune. "But if you ask anything...personal, one of us is leaving. And I'll hit you."

"Be nice, Weiss," Ruby pleased.

"It's okay, I've got a good question. Unless asking what qualities you'd like in a boyfriend is too personal?"

"...What?"

"One who shuts up and leaves her alone," Yang said.

Blake shrugged. "I imagine Weiss would prefer to date someone who she asked. She likes to be in control—"

"Excuse me?"

"—and likes her life to be in what she considers its proper order to be—"

"Why do I talk to you people?"

"—so I can't imagine anyone who Weiss didn't already want to date could ask her out."

"I bet Weiss just wants someone she wouldn't be embarrassed showing to her dad."

"Wait," Jaune said, "are you saying Weiss would be embarrassed if she showed me to her dad?"

"Well...you are kinda awkward."

"And pathetic," Weiss said. "Just like his question."

"Well?" Yang said. "What's your Mister Right like?"

"...If Ruby doesn't have to answer her question about crushes, I don't have to answer this one."

"But she already answered the question," Jaune said. "Didn't she?"

"I did."

"...Fine. I want a proper gentleman who knows when to leave me alone. Is that fine?"

"I don't think Weiss likes the game anymore," Yang said.

Weiss grumbled.

"What was that?"

"I said, if you asked better questions I'd be having the time of my life."

"So..." Ruby smiled. "You think we're out of good questions?"

"Yes, but why are you smiling?"

"If we're out of good questions, we can move on."

"You have something else planned?" Blake asked.

"Of course! A leader must always be prepared! I've got a plan of action that carries us through a bunch of stages of learning about each other up through practical application of that knowledge!"

"Please tell me that you mean another stupid game like this one," Weiss mumbled.

"Of course not! We need to learn more about our team so we can fight as a team!"

"I'm afraid to ask," Blake said.

"Come on, we just need to ask Ozpin about going outside!" Ruby sprang to her feet.

"It's raining!" Weiss complained.

"Grab a raincoat or something, we don't have any time to waste! We have classes tomorrow!"

"Can I come?" Jaune asked.

Ruby frowned and put her hands behind her back. "Sorry, Jaune, but you'd probably just get in the way."

"No, I get it, it's a team exercise." He watched Team RWBY (especially Weiss) as they walked away.

"Proper gentleman who can leave her alone," Jaune muttered. "I'll need to work on that..."

A guest left a review questioning some of the premises of this fic. Since I can't PM him, I'll do this instead.

He questioned both Ruby bossing her team around and her having a crush on Jaune. As to the former, please look at Volume 2, Episode 1. Ruby probably wouldn't have forced her team to follow her Best Day Ever plans if they objected, but she didn't ask for a vote before declaring that they would follow it. And the latter...well, I agree that Ruby doesn't actually feel like dating anyone yet, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have crushes on people. As many people have pointed out to me, she's fifteen. (Besides, it makes the jokes work. This isn't such a serious story that that wasn't a consideration.)