Nisha has already accepted everything Dinah will tell her as the Gospel truth. Because whatever reality she concocts is going to be the best one, anyway, by a wide margin. And picking the coolest version of events just makes the most sense.

Nisha's eyes are as big as saucers by the time Dinah, in her mud-caked glory, comes into full view. "Did you guys mud wrestle to figure out who won??"