She listens to him with the distinct air of someone mostly humouring someone's strange behaviour to see where it goes, slowing her pace so she's not always just a little bit ahead.
"What kind of question is that?" She shakes her head. "We met at a festival. You were playing one of the stupid games and I was, uh—" her brow wrinkles, "well, you were playing a stupid game and I was there."
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She listens to him with the distinct air of someone mostly humouring someone's strange behaviour to see where it goes, slowing her pace so she's not always just a little bit ahead.
"What kind of question is that?" She shakes her head. "We met at a festival. You were playing one of the stupid games and I was, uh—" her brow wrinkles, "well, you were playing a stupid game and I was there."