Stares at you.
“It’s getting chilly. Maybe I should buy some warmer clothes, dresses don’t bode well for the winter months.”
Matilda hugs you.
“Surprise! For you and me!”
“Summer is already passing, I’d like to learn how to swim but I don’t any bathing suit. Maybe I should employ someone to help me, and of course be compensated handsomely!”
“I see now is the hour for what they call ‘sinning’?”
Yes, giving her his shirt seemed like a good idea, but after seeing the young woman step out in nary but that article over her form has given him… some pause. Pause that she can’t see, but at least she’s not stuck hidden away or naked! Raguna returns his attention to the dress in a sink. Gentle soap and soft lathering of the spot where the tea had spilled. He’d said it wouldn’t stain- but this dress was of a fancier fabric than he was used to. Between this and his tunic it was like night and day. A merchant’s daughter.
“Don’t mention it, miss Matilda. This was partially mine in blame, so of course I’ll do what I can to help. It’ll only be a bit longer to get this washed, and then I’ll hang it out to dry. Er, as for what we’ll do until then. I can pour you another cup of tea? And … well, it’s probably cooled down a bit by now.” He laughs. “So it will probably be easier to drink. And… we can probably have some of those tarts now. I haven’t forgotten what you brought for me to try after all.” He smiles and there’s another squeeze of water that can be heard.
“There. That should do it.”
Lucky for her she’s managed to find a seat on his couch, her cane resting against the armrest. A very comfortable seat that could almost serve as a bed for the young lady. Trying to sit while keeping the shirt from riding up and exposing her delicates was a task in of itself but at least here she’s putting some space between them. A pout is on her face when he mentions his faults.
“Hey, it was completely my fault. You were just being a good host and offering me tea. I’m the one who spilled it and for you to even do your best in cleaning my dress is more then enough.” Unfortunately she wasn’t one to do laundry and so she had very little idea on how to take care of the different materials. Matilda shifts to kneel on the couch, overlooking the general direction of where Raguna is. “Oh gosh! I completely forgot, Stella would be upset if I didn’t get your opinion on them Shall I return to the table?”
“M-Matilda… that’s a bit much, don’t you think? This isn’t that impressive of a recipe. You’re really flattering me here.” He chuckles, feeling his cheeks flush, but that could come from anything from the heat of the stove to her words or even just how close she remained, another reminder of how they’d been the previous night. Perhaps he should be chasing that warmth again once they’d eaten breakfast. Or maybe he’d chase more praise from the young woman, her words were warmer than anything else he was used to.
“But I’m glad they taste good. The blueberries came from a field down in the valley, I used some in making some syrup to go with it as well. It’s not the most amazing breakfast, but I never expected to have you over, or to see you at the spring at all for that matter. I’m glad I did of course. I’m glad you were honest with me. And gave me the courage to be honest with you.” He finishes another pancake, adding it to the stack before turning off the stove. Two plates are prepared, the only thing keeping him from setting the table being Matilda’s clinging.
“Matilda. You don’t have to worry. I heard everything you said, it’s not something I’ll ever forget. But don’t forget everything I said too, okay? Because I meant all of it. You’re not a possible romantic partner, because you are that person to me. I love you. And I want you here with me as long as possible.” A moment as he smiles at her, a hand tracing her cheek before it holds it. “Are you hungry?”
“Raguna….” She almost wants to cry with how full of love she is in this very moment. Hearing those words earns Raguna as tight of a squeeze as Matilda could muster, which wasn’t very tight at all, but it’s the thought that counts. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s feeling the comforting warmth while being so close with him, were she not standing up Matilda would fall asleep in his arms in no time.
The lady would love nothing more than to nuzzle into his hand as he cradles her face. His hands are rough but gentle making her feel absolutely at ease. A soft yawn and rub of her eyes, Matilda nods before she takes a seat at the table. Her fingers twiddle as she awaits to be served and it’s in times like these she can feel the warmth of the rising sun through the window and once again wonder how it all seems; for the person she loves in the same space, a delicious breakfast and cozy environment. As wonderful as it all his it does give Matilda the inevitable feeling of melancholy as she could never see it all. But her worries are whisked away at the scent of those pancakes. She may be salivating a bit too since not even a mere noble like her could resist the sweet treats.
She makes a mental note to visit the place he speaks of. An idea to send her parents some of the berries. “Well, I’m here now. Shall we do something later?”
It’s a little awkward, but he’s encouraged by the relief of confession and the love he’s free to express for Matilda. Love and emotions that he’d either kept trained or told himself were unfounded. That wasn’t the case anymore, was it? Now he could be open and honest just as she had. This wasn’t the time to be shy about it, her head against his shoulder only makes him more wanting, more comfortable with the contact. Releasing her hand, Raguna puts his arms around the woman and holds her close.
“I’m glad you appreciate it that much, Matilda. I’m also glad that even if I wasn’t good at saying how I felt before, that I was able to do things that made you feel wanted here in Kardia. I’ll be sure to do even more, now that I don’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing. I want to say that I love you with everything I do. Starting with this.” Another squeeze of his arms before he releases her, hands trailing down her arm before he clears his throat.
“Though it is late, I’m happy being here with you. I’m not in a hurry to go anywhere… but it may not be healthy to stay in this hot water when my heart is already beating this fast. It wouldn’t be the first time I stayed too long in the baths, I don’t think I want to do that again given that uh, we’re here together. I don’t think miss Melody would take it well seeing both of us here like this.”
“But I don’t want to leave your side yet. So even if we don’t stay in the spring much longer… maybe we can figure out something else. Would you like to come by for some iced tea? Or snacks or… nothing at all. I just want to be with you as much as I can.”
A smile is practically plastered on Matilda’s face as she laughs for a moment. She has been letting go of her worries this evening and to have her feelings reciprocated was an absolute dream, even the feeling of his skin on hers isn’t quite as embarrassing as earlier. Her figure relaxes in his grasp and she’s close to falling asleep here. “Yes I don’t believe it is good for the body to be in such a hot temperature for too long. I’ve heard of people getting dehydrated so we should definitely leave before you get hurt anymore.”
Her cheeks are flushed as Matilda wrings excess water from her hair. The farmer’s suggestion has her imagination going a bit wild. After the pair’s deep confession, being invited to the other’s home so suddenly was a bit shocking but the lady wouldn’t ever pass up a chance to visit him. She did tell her handmaiden not to wait up for her tonight.
“I, um, I would love to come over. I didn’t bring a change of clothes would be so would it be alright if I borrowed something?” A famous scene in the love stories she’s come to read in her spare time. Ones where the couple spend a night of passion before one would wear the other’s clothing as pajamas, except Matilda doubts they’d have anything so intimate so quickly. Although.
Matilda bites her bottom lip, her hands clasp her blushing cheeks as she faces the man. “I don’t want to seem so hasty but, erm, may I… Ah this is so embarrassing! Perhaps just a little um! K..K! A kiss…!”
Holds your hand.
“I mean this in the least offensive way possible, but how do you know if your Ditto can or can’t make itself into a perfect match of you can’t see?” Sure you could poke a Ditto and feel if it was squishy…oh Gods, did all transformed Dittos stay squishy? That’d be fucking weird.
“I think if I were a Ditto, I’d fix the hearing in my right ear. Missin’ an eye’s kinda pivotal to maintaining the look, but you can pretend not to hear even if you can. Could always whisper something to me and check that way.”
“Very good question my dear Watson! According to my information, the Ditto species can replicate most beings with the exception of being the face. Plus my Ditto, as sweet as he is, would still flinch at the sight of danger.”
She isn’t going to explain the fact that touching a face was also a good way to distinguish the features. Poking and prodding at her Ditto’s and then herself in the same place to see if they were identical.
“Have you ever thought of going to a doctor for your ear thingy?”
At first he brushes off the apology with a wave of his hand, but he realized that wouldn’t exactly register. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Dunno if I can trust your appraisal or not without an affirmation that you’re human as well. I’ve run into some weird shit in my life. You could be a really talented Ditto.”
“Ooh smart stuff! Regardless of what you’ve seen, I can tell you right now that my Ditto is beyond talented but impersonating me is a challenge. He has yet to successfully be me after all.” Arms crossed in front of her puffed chest, she’s gotten a little over confident now.
“Besides, my little helper is more into being an aide than me. But how do I know you’re not a talented Ditto?”
Ah, fuck, he can’t help but snicker- she sounded so confused. The gig was up.
“Person.” He confirms, very, very lightly tapping at the cane with his foot as a better indication of his presence as a human being. “At least, I was the last time I checked.”
A person appeared! And a very tall one that she can discern, and did get a bit startled when he moves her cane that small bit. A short laugh.
“I’m very sorry for hitting you. Sadly I can’t confirm whether or not you’re actually a human, or can I? Dun dun dun!”
TEN LAYERS OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT
>>> COPY N PASTE TO REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG MINE, with the information of your muse, including headcanons.
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
LAYER SIX: EVER?
LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES
LAYER EIGHT: AGE
LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL
LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE [IC]
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At least Buddy got out of the way well before she started wagging the stick around. Eevee knew what was up.
How long would it take her to realize it’s a leg and not a pole? The answer may surprise you.
“…Hm?” She continues the light taps for a few more seconds.
“Soft… oh! A person? A thing? Hello?”
Whacks at your ankles with her cane.
What mattered, even if Matilda was going to leave for some time, was that she still returned. That she came back to this sleepy crossroads village. That everything thing here mattered to her and she would want to see it all again. To see him again. The Earthmate knows it’s selfish, both to have that wish and how he doesn’t want to let go of her hand right now. For a moment at least he’s not concerning himself over appearances (ironic given Matilda) and simply taking in their closeness and her voice.
Listening of course, to what she was saying, yields some surprising results- words that would take his warming heart and send it surging. I’m the reason she doesn’t want to leave. Declining marriage to another family. He’s nervous and excited all at the same time. How does one’s mouth feel like it’s going dry even in the steaming humidity of an open air spring like this? Is that sweat from him or the water?
I have fallen in love with you, Mister Raguna.
“Miss Matilda…?” Thankfully he’s not gripping her hand too tightly, a different sort of reaction and he may forget himself his thoughts were going so many places at once. This was real, wasn’t it? “Me? You’re not…” She’s not joking. She’s not confused. For better or worse, there’s no way he can be confused of her intentions. The way she described it meant that precise way. That precise feeling. She was in love with him. And she had confessed that to him. Here. Now. “Sorry, I’m just so surprised, you see the truth is..” His hand clings to hers.
“…I feel the same. Which is to say I fell in love with you too. In hindsight, maybe that was pretty obvious, wasn’t it? Ahaha..” His free hand runs through his hair, then scratches at his cheek. It had been surprisingly easy to say that now that she had put it out in the open. A weight off his shoulders as he leans into her, gets closer to her. It was the same for her as it was for him, then. Neither of them wanted their feelings to stay quiet.
“It’s such a huge relief that you see me the same way, I worried if I had said or done something wrong it might hurt our friendship. Because that’s something important to me. But it’s not just that anymore. And it hasn’t been for awhile… I love you, Matilda.”
“I’m glad. Really I am. I thought about this long and hard and though I’ve made many friends here than do I have back home, I always find myself being drawn back to you. In all honesty me wanting to open a bakery here was a bit of a white lie… it was so I would have an excuse to stay here with you and everyone.”
Slowly, carefully, her forehead falls to leans against his bare shoulder. A shaky yet relieved sigh and her soft laughs echo in the hot spring room. She can only describe this as pure, absolute bliss. Although she didn’t anticipate on confessing her feelings right then and there left Matilda with no regrets even if he were to reject them, she was willing to at least be friends. But now she has a different future to look forward to.
“It must be getting late but I’m happy we talked before I left. …My handmaiden, Stella, I’ve told her not to wait for me and part of me thinks we can keep talking later if you aren’t tired? After all you should rest tomorrow so….” Was she moving too fast? Possibly but it was nothing compared to her heartbeat. Until the next morning, until the next decade she wants to be at his side.
She tilts her head as her body rests against his. Fingers entwined. “I always thought that this sort of thing was reserved for fairy tales and that someone like me couldn’t ever live this kind of reality. But I really do love you, Raguna.”
“And that was very dramatic.” He chuckles, still full of mirth in his eyes as they rest on the woman in his arms. She’s resigned herself to her fate then, for Raguna will have no plans to release her anytime soon. “I already made the wish to be with you forever, I guess that means going against you once in awhile. I think I can handle that.”
“Oh, I guess the hens would be that big to you. The rooster of the flock actually comes up to my knee. So he’s even bigger. Is it that surprising, given the eggs you were using this morning?”
“Goodness, such a sweet-talker you are.” The lady wastes no time in nuzzling her face in the crook of his neck, her hands coming up to hold his chin, then his cheek to pull his face close enough that Matilda can also give him a soft smooch. “Really? Those eggs are really big, how in the world are chickens and roosters so tall! Then again I could also say the same about you, and uh everyone else I suppose. Do you think I’ll get taller one day? I’ve had enough of people comparing my height to that of a child.”
“That’s a little dramatic.” He says, holding Matilda close and careful in his arms as he continues watching the chickens. “The only thing in danger around these chickens is your lunch. When food isn’t involved they’re quite soft and gentle birds, you know? Noisy, sure… but the squawk is worse than the bite. Before you know it they’ll be riding on your shoulder or watching you on your walks.”
“Do you want me to put you down now? I don’t mind holding you like this.” A small peck is given to her forehead.
“Nope. This is your punishment, you’ll have to carry me until your arms get tired and even beyond that. You will wish that you never went against me, Matilda!” She could never stay mad at him even if she was annoyed by something. “Maybe it was me but they felt kind of big? How tall are they? It was like they came up to my knees.”
The thought of them accompanying like a cat or dog was intriguing though. Next thing she knows they’ll not only be riding on her shoulder but on her head as well! Maybe then Matilda’s height will be on par with him.
Raguna chuckles with amusement, the expected outcome now taking its course. Even if he’s laughing, he’s not one to leave his love to fend for herself alone. Raguna comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her middle and legs. Is he doing it? Absolutely. Matilda has been lifted in a princess carry. The chickens cluck fervently as the beating of feathers and scurrying continues for the last remaining bits of peas.
“There! I got you. You’re safe now. The chickens care more about the peas you dropped than anything else anyway.”
From one thing to another again Matilda is not used to any of these situations, being attacked by feathered beings to her feet getting lifted off the ground, Matilda keeps a tight grip on Raguna’s shirt. She’s blushing a bit but her pout and furrowing eyebrows are more apparent. The farmer is lucky she can’t really wriggle around in fear of falling, in fact, she’s not quite sure how far off the ground she is either.
“Hmph, meanie. These chickens will be the death of me one of these days! Super meanie.”
“Here, now take these peas in your hand and hold them out. The chickens will run over and pluck them all out.” Ravenously. But she wouldn’t get hurt at least.
She’s nervous. Of course she is. When she’s never been in this kind of situation before. There’s only so much Matilda can imagine what a chicken actually looks like yet still her nerves get to her. Taking in a deep breath she follows Raguna’s instructions.
The sound of the anticipated clucking ensues and Matilda’s hands are bombarded with pecks, although it’s really just the feed in her hands, the lady is honestly quaking in her boots.
“Ah… ah! R-Raguna…save meee.….”
This would feel more awkward if it weren’t so warranted and deserving in his eyes. Maybe he’d gotten a little hopeful there without realizing it. Not that he’d see anything, but his mind is already playing games with him. This is a noble lady here! He needs to be more respectful of that. With a shake of his head, he clears his mind. Better! By the time Matilda has the dress off and its handed off to the farmer, he has water heating in the kitchen.
“What? Oh, I wouldn’t expect you to stay in there the whole time, after I get this washed it’ll need to dry out too. Let me get you… here, this should work, I think.” Raguna fishes something out from a box nearby, then offers it through the door carefully. “Here, Miss Matilda. This is one of my shirts, its pretty long, and I’m a bit tall, so… would you be alright wearing this? I can find some pants as well if you need me to. But I probably don’t have anything that’ll fit you right. Sorry.”
He could ask Mist, but thinking about it for more than two seconds reminds him that she would never ever let him hear the end of it if there was a young woman undressing in his home.
Her hands find the door ajar and then his hands, resisting the urge to hold them Matilda is quick to grab the shirt and make sure no fingers are in the way when she shuts the door. The lady tightens her grip on the shirt and presses it against her cheek; it smells clean but still like Raguna which has a grin appear on her face. Slipping it on brings about a laugh from the girl. Her short stature makes the hem of it fall midway of her thighs, even the collar felt like it was going to slip off though that wasn’t going to happen. She wonders how small she would be compared to his pants maybe possibly even fitting in one leg like some children would do. Another laugh and Matilda finds her cane to return downstairs, it wasn’t fun cooped up in a bathroom after all.
“I’ve returned. Thank you for lending me your clothes, Mister Raguna.” Walking around felt rather chilly given that the shirt was her only real form of warmth, the stockings she wore were made for covering her bare legs but after spilling liquid on them and cooling down, she wondered if it was best if she removed them as well. But that can wait for her lodgings instead. “I’m sorry again for the mess that I’ve caused. If there’s anything I can do in return please let me know.”
Shame she can’t see anything nice.
Finding Raguna wouldn’t be difficult, smells had been wafting from the kitchen for several minutes and the continuing sizzle of the pan would clue anyone else in. The last night was something he wasn’t going to forget soon, and were it not for his own hungering stomach chances were he wouldn’t have left her side in the bed. Of course, he was making some food for her as well… and if she hadn’t woken it’s very likely it would have been served in bed.
But the telltale creak of the fifth step alerts him that she’s coming down, as the sounds of the water draining from the sink upstairs told him that she had woken up. He feels excited. Both to see her as well as talk to her again. They’d already said so much, and fallen asleep while doing so.
“Good morning, Matilda. I hope I didn’t wake you too early. Breaking habits is difficult, even if I’m not working like I promised I’m always up pretty early.” His voice is soft, trailed with a chuckle and locked with a smile when her arms grip around his middle. There’s the scraping of a spatula and something being dropped onto a plate. “If you’re cold, I think I may have just the thing. Here, open your mouth. Let me know how this tastes.”
There’s the cut and tap of a fork, and should Matilda move enough to accept the offering (this does require she release him…) she’d receive a lovely bite of fresh blueberry pancake.
The sweet smell of sugar, flour and eggs, whipped to perfection. An absolute favourite breakfast food of the lady and so was the man before her. Carefully Matilda lets go to sleepily touches his arm, feeling up to his hand before holding the fork as he guides it into her mouth. A bit of a mistake considering how hot the piece was but it was delicious all the same. “Pancake? No wait, blueberry? They’re so yummy oh my goodness,” Matilda almost wants to burst into tears of happiness considering this feeling of pure bliss she’s in right now. It’s cold but the warmth of starchy goods and her beloved’s presence has her forgetting the days ahead.
“Much more yummy than the our home cook, not that I mean it in a bad way, yours just taste so homemade and comforting. Even with your recipe I doubt it would come out the same.” Matilda takes the nearest seat at the kitchen table with a smile on her face. “Honestly, Mister Raguna, anyone would be lucky enough to marry you. Self sufficient and kind and above all a lot of fun to tease, ehe!” Matilda clasps her hands together, fingers twiddling.
“And, um, if last night didn’t confirm anything then I will say it one more time. I-I really have fallen in love with you, Mister Raguna, so if possible please look at me as a possible romantic partner.” A lot of stuff said for so early in the morning but it’s never too early to confirm her feelings.
With how aware he is of Matilda and how close she was getting, it was hard not to look if only to verify he wasn’t just feeling things or a squirrel hadn’t somehow slipped into the bath with them. So look he does, and… the towel is getting loose again, and at this angle! He can sort of see them! Raguna gulps again, a hand going to the towel haphazardly wrapped around his own self. C’mon Raguna, calm down. There’s more important things to worry about here. And that reminder comes all too soon from Matilda.
“Mm.. hm? Wait-”
Her last week?!
“What? No, it’s only another… darn. I could’ve sworn…” His brows furrow and he looks away, pulling the hand from his leg and resting it against his brow. “I thought we had more time. Has it really been that long?” He feels selfish thoughts creeping through his head, as if he wasn’t selfish and inappropriate already with how many looks he’s stolen of Matilda. He should be ashamed of himself. But…
Raguna lowers his hand from his head, smiling earnestly at Matilda while she does the same at him. There’s butterflies in his chest, but rather than feel embarrassed he’s only emboldened. Her hand is taken in his.
“It’s probably out of the question to ask you to stay longer, and not my place. But I’m really going to miss you once you go, Matilda. Well if it’s like that, then I promise not to overwork myself. I don’t want you to worry about me, this leg is already frustrating enough. And… maybe you should come see me anyway. I’d like to cook with you more. And do lots of other things.” I want more memories of you, things to remember when you’re gone another season.
A sad subject for what should be a time for relaxation. From the amount of time they’ve spent together Matilda discerns some sadness in the way he speaks and honestly it makes her happy, that she isn’t the only one that wishes the same. Even so she’s going to do her best to stay positive. “I understand. Everyone is so kind and the days are adventurous, I feel like this town is where I would want to be when I’ve grown older. I needed a bit of peace and quiet from always coming here with someone, but… I’m very glad to have run into you, Mister Raguna and though this is goodbye is not permanent I too wish to stay a bit longer. But I will definitely return in time for the festival since I told my father and will write as often as I can.”
Though Matilda’s penmanship wasn’t as elegant as one might think she could always use the typewriter that was a present some years ago. Finally it would have a purpose other than copying down study books. And a fine way for Raguna to have a little peek into her own world, something that maybe only they’d know how to decipher.
“Of course I will come and visit you before then that’s not even a question. You have become one of my most cherished friends. But as a noble with a fairly average name my father’s been nagging me for me either taking over the business or marrying into another family. Truth be told you’ve also been a big reason as to why I do not want to leave.” A deep sigh. “I keep declining my father’s requests because in all honesty I have fallen in love with you, Mister Raguna, and this town all the more. While I didn’t think I would confess these feelings of mine to you now but I wouldn’t want to leave them here unspoken.”
Raguna could be handling this better if the dabbing is anything to go by. Most of the ideas that come to his head that would least embarass her neglect to account for the fact she’s blind and hasn’t spent that much time in his home. Most of their meetings till now had been outside or in town or where she was staying. She probably can’t navigate, hence the query.. which means he’ll need to.. right. This isn’t a case of turn around and let them handle it anymore.
“Right, of course.” Her offered hand is taken once she’s on her feet with minor assistance, Raguna moving in a way to guide her while making sure she wouldn’t stumble. “Don’t worry about anything dripping. I probably needed to wash the floor anyway.” He washed it two days ago. The door is opened and she steps into a cozy space with a sink, toilet and tub with a spigot that went off to elsewhere in the house where Raguna had installed a boiler outside by the forge.
“The towels are here and the bath is here, and… huh? Take those off?” His face flares at that and the small bit of focus he’d developed is now spinning like a shot marble in a wide bowl. He looks at Matilda, the wet dress sticking to her hips and he sucks in a large breath of air. “I-if you want to… I was going to wash the dress in the kitchen then hang it out to dry… d… did I need to wash those too?”
“I could also run a bath if you wanted one..?” There’s uncertainty in his voice, as if there hadn’t been any before this would take the cake. Maybe he should ask someone for help with this instead of taking it on himself. Mist just lived a jog up the road.
A shame that she had to experience this closeness in such an annoying situation, but Matilda is thanking the heavens that she is able to hold his hand in someway nonetheless. “Oh no I think just the dress is quite alright. They don’t feel, um, wet so I should just keep them on. Erm, I-I’ll be fine!” Her cheeks are flushed as she ushers her host out of his own bathroom.
A deep breath.
Matilda takes some time to remember the order in which her dress was to come off. Pulling at the right ribbons, undoing the knots, all while taking delicate care to not rip any of the fabric or lace that adorn the dress; after all she wouldn’t be able to properly explain exactly how she got into this predicament to her handmaiden. The dress is neatly folded in her arms, opening the bathroom door enough to hand Raguna her garment. And maybe she isn’t quite sure if she opened the door enough. An arm crosses her torso as Matilda stands in her undergarments and stockings to her luck those dried out relatively quick.
“Erm, Mister Raguna? Shall I stay in here or maybe it’s best if I came out if you might need to use the bathroom?”
“I’m not sure what those are either. But, uh. I don’t think I can say I’m any kind of gamer. Unless we’re talking something like horseshoes or cornhole?”
“…I’m confused, why would you play with a horse’s shoes if they need them? And why play with corn? Corn doesn’t belong in holes.”