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[faithanbegorrah]

Terry will never understand the appeal behind American football, but baseball-- now there's a sport

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[drownondryland]

The baseball field really isn't the destination Meredith had in mind, but that's kind of the point of aimless wandering -- it doesn't really matter where you end up. Spotting Theresa is reason enough to head over anyway, hands in her pockets as she approaches, grinning. "New friend?" she asks, nodding after the man as he goes.

[faithanbegorrah]

"Unfortunately," Terry replies, keeping a slightly suspicious eye on his back until he's inside. Johnny may be a nice (...well, tolerable) person on his own merit, but put him in front of a pretty woman and he was a horror to deal with.

"That's just Johnny Storm," she explains, going over to pick up the discarded glove. "He's a pain in the arse, but he's on our baseball team."

[drownondryland]

"On your team?" Meredith echoes, brow raising. "So my team's getting its ass kicked this season." They're not a group she'd want to go up against if she were the least bit invested in this sport, but seeing as how she really doesn't care, it just makes things more fun.

[faithanbegorrah]

"Rogue's drafted just about all of us," she says, nodding as though she's sorry to say it. Considering her healthy competitive streak, Terry isn't. "So I'd say so, aye."

[drownondryland]

Meredith laughs. "Okay, so that's something to look forward to then." It's still weird, making plans and acting with the certainty she'll still be here over the next few months, but the alternative is probably being bored to death and, eventually, entirely alone.

[faithanbegorrah]

"Tis, isn't it?" She tosses the glove from hand to hand, then stops, looking around in the grass, realizing Johnny's taken the ball with him. "An' I'm glad it's baseball, not football or something equally as awful."

[drownondryland]

"I think they play that here, too," Meredith says. It's been a while since she heard anything about it, but then, it's not like she was paying it any attention either. "But I never really saw the appeal. I mean, the players maybe, but not the game."

[faithanbegorrah]

"Bunch of men runnin' around in padding and helmets," Terry says, shaking her head. "It's not a proper game."

[drownondryland]

"Because it's not a real game unless it involves the possibility of something flying into your face," Meredith says cheerfully. At least athletes mean injuries.

[faithanbegorrah]

"Exactly," Terry agrees, making a sweeping motion with the glove. "And when they're not in padding, they don't even tackle each other. What's the point?"

[drownondryland]

Meredith grins, head tipping to the side. "I think the point is you want to see grown men jump on each other while not wearing padding. You learn new things all the time."

[faithanbegorrah]

Terry purses her mouth, thinking about it for a moment, and she shrugs. "Or anything at all, but beggars can't be choosers."

[drownondryland]

Meredith clucks her tongue, eyes half-closed as she shakes her head. "Where's the fun in that?" she asks. "I'm pretty sure it's more fun when they're jumping on you instead."

[faithanbegorrah]

Terry grins. "Ye think anyone'll protest if we suggest mud wrestling as a new sport?"

[drownondryland]

"Are you kidding?" Meredith laughs. "I think you'd get two dozen guys racing to help you set up."

[faithanbegorrah]

"Maybe if things get too boring around here," Terry says, keeping it in mind. "But baseball will do for now."