Sour Sweet badgered Adagio through the doors. "You know, an icebreaker! What are you, stupid?"

Adagio answered very flat, not turning around. "I've never heard of it before. It's stupid."

"Right," Sour lilted sardonically, "making friends is stupid, thanks for the reminder."

"No. You would guess almost completely by random. And what should or shouldn't I lie about?" Adagio half-turned, arms folded and eyes near Sour's shoes. "Therefore, stupid. And you don't want to be my friend."

"That's my decision," Sour said. Suddenly saccharine, "Wanna hear my biggest regret?"

Adagio stopped. "Why?"

"I pushed someone who should have been my friend into nearly ending the world with magic." She raised placating hands. "Completely true! It happened! Now you."

"...I tried dominating two worlds. Failed. Tried ending myself." Adagio bared her wrists. "Completely true. Happy?"

Sour beamed. "Here's my number. Me, you, your sisters, my friends – let's jam tomorrow!"

Author's Note

Elute (v tr.) - extract. specifically: to remove (absorbed material) from an adsorbent by means of a solvent.
Latin elutus, past participle of eluere to wash out, from e- + lavere to wash — more at lye
Merriam-Webster

Written for the February 2021 prompt, "Two Truths and a Lie".