“I know how pretty I am,” she crooned. “Tell me something else about myself.”

“Ah,” I said. “You’re just so… attractive, really.”

“No, something else!” she insisted.

“You’re… pleasing to my eyes?”

She glared.

“Statuesque?”

She softened, but was not yet appeased.

I wish my next attempt hadn’t been “pulchritudinous.”

This story was based on the prompt “something else” at TypeTrigger.