In her life, Nebula had not had much chance to have fun. Since the moment Thanos slaughtered her family, her life had been nothing but pain, fear, and fighting. She'd longed, desperately, for a sister with whom to share lighter moments, but Gamora had only wanted to win. Thanos had to pit them against each other for their entire lives, trained them into assassins, and then set them loose the universe in his name. She had always told herself that leisure was for the weak; that those who engaged in pleasurable activities were stupid, and deserved the pain and suffering she would visit upon them at their most unsuspecting moments.
Things had changed since the Blip. Since Thanos' death. Both his deaths. Since Gamora and the Guardians and the Avengers. She understood that taking time for fun did not make one weak, that it was its own kind of strength to find joy in something. That understanding, however, did not mean she didn't want to win at this game.
"Foosball. Humans come up with the strangest names for things," she said, moving closer to peer under the table. She understood the mechanics of it and assumed that quick reflexes were necessary for victory. "Yes. I would like to try it." She stepped back, studied the table again. Smirked. "I will be blue." Another small joke. She was becoming very good at them. "The one who gets the most..." She paused, thinking of the word Stark had used when he'd taught her finger football. "Touchdowns wins?"