Then Sarah snorted so hard she choked on her own spit.
Lilianna's left eye twitched. She glanced at Grayson, hoping for him to say something.
But Grayson looked like he was enjoying Neville acting like this, but refused to show it.
Neville's eyes sparkled innocently.
"What?" Neville tilted his head. "You said you wanted to play a game."
"I meant something like mecha combat…" Lilianna said quietly that Neville almost missed it. "Or at the very least, pool. Darts. Something with stakes."
"Rock-paper-scissors has stakes," Neville replied, as if stating facts. "If you lose, you owe me. If I lose, I owe you one. Simple."
"Still..."
"No prep time. No hidden advantages. Pure fairness." Neville spread his hands wide. "Unless you're saying you don't trust your own luck?"
A low whistle came from the couches. Bryan sat with his arms draped across the back of the sofa next to Iris, smiling.
