It was the last round of the evening, and somebody had finally relaxed. The Trickster waited until they had a mouthful of crisps, then announced the rule: until your next turn, you may only speak in questions.
"Easy," said the table. "Is it, though?" asked the Trickster, delighted.
Within a minute the player on the left had sunk. "What do you mean, what do I mean?" they said, and the room fell apart. Everyone spent the rest of the round trying to ask somebody something, so that they would have to answer in questions too. Nobody agreed on who had won. Nobody could remember whether they were even allowed to say so. The Trickster never explained a thing. They just grinned, and asked whose turn it was.