Diana’s face was thoughtful as Peter informed her that waiting was his least favorite thing to do, and wouldn’t you know it? It was Diana’s too. “I’ll be honest with you in turn. If you thought it would help, I could tear this building apart brick by brick, but I suspect that would just leave us with nowhere to sleep.” She huffed, annoyed that once again, all her strength amounted to literally nothing, here in a dim game room with an infant human. Or was this an adult one? She knew Tony was an adult, and was fairly sure that Peter was, but humans were so finicky about such things that she genuinely wasn’t sure. She did know it was rude to ask, and so she kept that query to herself.
She thought about his question for a moment and then shook her head. “I don’t believe so. Is that the one with the small white ball, the big soft white ball, the big orange inflated ball, or the oblong one?” Diana knew there were others, but frankly, she wasn’t willing to list all the sports she was tangentially familiar with. She was fairly sure she hadn’t played this foosball, because nothing in this game room was at all familiar to her as anything other than something seen through the window of an arcade, or perhaps in a video somewhere. Diana hadn’t ever been much for video games or media, and had always been more prone to go outside or find some sort of exercise to engage in.
Still, it wasn’t as if she could join an average football team, so she kept to herself when she did get out. “We’ll have to hope for the best, then,” she said, and smiled. She didn’t know what a foosball table was as far as to be looking for it, but Diana understood electricity and plugs and how they worked, and one of these machines wasn’t plugged in at all. There was no plug.
Furthermore, it operated with little men on spinning sticks, which had nothing to do with electricity. “Is that fool’s ball?” Wait, that hadn’t been it. “Foosball.”