"Pick your battles," Emerson advised, looking at Allison. "Losing Scrabble this badly, though a dent to my swollen ego, is but a flash in the pan." Hopefully the game wouldn't bother the girl too much. He'd hate for her to land herself in trouble, especially when he was just relaxing and having a bit of fun with it.
He selected three more tiles, setting an 'R' above the 'I' in 'slinked' and an 'E' after 'D' of 'id.' It wasn't much of a word, but it was something.
"I'm convinced that my parents sold my brain to the gypsies for good crops one year," he responded further with a grin.