"Chicken," he accused lightly but humored her by moving towards the table again with his own cue stick. As he leaned over the table, prepping to shoot he looked up at her, making sure she was paying attention.
"There's a couple different ways to hold your hand," he said, nodding to the hand he had on the felt. "Whichever feels most comfortable, but it's your bridge, it helps keep the stick stable." Then he shot, breaking the balls apart. "Not that hard. Your turn."