[Rey arches a brow, the index finger wrapped around the glass of bourbon unfurls to point at Avisheh.]

Now, was that really a lie, or are you lying that that was a lie because that was actually false? [A rhetorical question, really. Avisheh could say whatever she wants and Rey would have no choice but to take her word for it. Such is the problem with secondhand accounts.

[Oh well.]

Multiple choice, huh? Ooh. [She pauses a moment to think, leaning back in her seat.] Mmmneither.