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Statistically speaking, Yahtzee was a pretty ridiculous game. The did not mean that it wasn't one of the better board games to play on a day when it was kind of sunny, kind of not and the boredom levels were creeping up the dial.
Sitting cross-legged on a plaid blanket that had been carefully spread out on the sand for maximum playing space, Meg pushed her sunglasses further up the bridge of her nose. The image had to be pretty frightening given that she had two pairs of glasses on, but it was needed if she wanted to be able to see anything. Which she did.
Blowing into the cup, she shook it, squinting. "Come on, Mama needs a pair of threes."
"Mama?" Lucy echoed with a snort of laughter, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Yahtzee was a game she hadn't played since childhood, but absurd or not, it wasn't like they had anything better to be doing. Besides, that kind of made it more fun. Referring to oneself as 'Mama', though, was taking things to an entirely different level, and if Meg wanted to up the competition, she had absolutely no problem reciprocating. "We're getting that serious now, are we? Because you should know, I can absolutely bring it."
She had not yet begun to fight. There was no way she was going to sit back and let Meg kick her ass in a game like Yahtzee.
Giving the cup a final shake, Meg stared at Lucy far more serious than she should have been. "I'm not about to be schooled by a game whose only rules are probability and simple math."
Rolling the dice onto the blanket, she frowned at the result. "Dang it," she said counting out four threes. Holding out the cup for Lucy, she sighed as she started to pencil in the answer. "Your turn."
Unable to suppress a smirk, Lucy took the cup and put the dice back in it, holding her hand over its top so she could shake them, somewhat exaggeratedly. "Yeah, that's right," she teased, obviously pleased with herself. "Your probability and simple math can't beat me. I am a Yahtzee expert." The point being, of course, that that was impossible, she bit her lip to hold back a laugh, then let the dice spill out onto the blanket.
"Alright," she said, setting three of them aside, "that's a two, a three, and a four. Let's go for a straight."
[Because we couldn't resist. All manner of tags welcome; order will be your pup-Lucy-Meg.]
Sitting cross-legged on a plaid blanket that had been carefully spread out on the sand for maximum playing space, Meg pushed her sunglasses further up the bridge of her nose. The image had to be pretty frightening given that she had two pairs of glasses on, but it was needed if she wanted to be able to see anything. Which she did.
Blowing into the cup, she shook it, squinting. "Come on, Mama needs a pair of threes."
"Mama?" Lucy echoed with a snort of laughter, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Yahtzee was a game she hadn't played since childhood, but absurd or not, it wasn't like they had anything better to be doing. Besides, that kind of made it more fun. Referring to oneself as 'Mama', though, was taking things to an entirely different level, and if Meg wanted to up the competition, she had absolutely no problem reciprocating. "We're getting that serious now, are we? Because you should know, I can absolutely bring it."
She had not yet begun to fight. There was no way she was going to sit back and let Meg kick her ass in a game like Yahtzee.
Giving the cup a final shake, Meg stared at Lucy far more serious than she should have been. "I'm not about to be schooled by a game whose only rules are probability and simple math."
Rolling the dice onto the blanket, she frowned at the result. "Dang it," she said counting out four threes. Holding out the cup for Lucy, she sighed as she started to pencil in the answer. "Your turn."
Unable to suppress a smirk, Lucy took the cup and put the dice back in it, holding her hand over its top so she could shake them, somewhat exaggeratedly. "Yeah, that's right," she teased, obviously pleased with herself. "Your probability and simple math can't beat me. I am a Yahtzee expert." The point being, of course, that that was impossible, she bit her lip to hold back a laugh, then let the dice spill out onto the blanket.
"Alright," she said, setting three of them aside, "that's a two, a three, and a four. Let's go for a straight."
[Because we couldn't resist. All manner of tags welcome; order will be your pup-Lucy-Meg.]