He didn't quite get it, so I used an example. "Let's say the peg lands on Keya's name. So, the question could be, 'Imagine if Keya were a dog, which would she be? One, a pug; two, a rottweiler...."
"I think she'd be a poodle."
"That's not one of the choices you were given," I said, "and besides, she'd be a rottweiler."
"No, I think she'd be a poodle," Bri insisted.
"Look, trust me, I know her better. But wait, you'll see!" And as we walked into the apartment, I posed the same question to both Dan and Keya. They lamented the fact that their choices were poodle, pug, and rottweiler, that there were no "better" choices like pit bull or golden retriever. But they eventually both agreed that if Keya were to be one of those three, she'd be a rottweiler.
We went ahead and played Imaginiff. It was a close game for the most part. Right at the very end, the peg landed on Keya's name, and the last question of the night was read: "Imagine if Keya were a dog, which dog would she be?" I kid you not! Two of the six choices were poodle and rottweiler. Needless to say, everyone chose rottweiler, and Keya won the game. What are the odds of that happening? Weird!