Elisabeth smiled into the kiss, digging her fingers into the fabric of Sam's shirt. At his permission to pry into his thoughts, she nodded and said, "Okay," before closing her eyes and placing a hand on either side of his neck, just below his cheeks. It was a strange sight, the players moving around a pyramid shaped floor, switching in and out to bring in new players. She hummed a noise of approval at Sam's goal, 'hearing' the cheers of the crowd at the Buccaneers victory. The goals themselves were oddly shaped, nothing like the nets she was used to seeing for hockey or "soccer." It was difficult to follow, not knowing the rules, but she could at least understand it better by 'seeing' it.
Elisabeth opened her eyes, but kept her hands on Sam, feeling a tiny rush of adrenaline from the memories. "Pyramid. Makes sense, given the arena. It looks fun, though, I imagine Baby will have to be a bit older before it can play properly." The baby with no father. The baby who would bloat her body and make her sick (as it already had) and fuck up her emotions. Yes, she was being selfish in her thinking, but she was upset and as such, felt justified.