Emmett narrowed his gaze a second, his eyes turning slightly blue as he studied Roman a moment, just to confirm the fact he thought it was lying. ...Yeah, he definitely was, Emmett decided, then pulled himself out before he got in deep enough to make himself actually sick.
"Hey now." He snorted. "I LIKE skeeball. But, no, as long as we stay away from those flashing prize wheel things...it's the type of light for me so we're probably okay. Depends. And if not, there's airhockey, yeah?"