Re: Ilsa, Fen & (Open?) - games 3pm
"See 'bout that." Fen offered back with amused rumble working through her voice as she remained completely unfazed by the taunting. A thumb rubbed over the material of the beanbag, feeling the weight of it in her hand.
Games like this were only partly foreign to her. While there had been games before she left her universe, there were plenty of other places and people she'd come across over the years that had festivities like this. Sometimes she was lucky and she got to hang around and maybe play them, but at least watch others play them. When she'd gotten even luckier? She'd gotten to play a few.
Today was one of those few very lucky days.
Now if only she could make sure not to throw the beanbag through the board by accidentally putting too much strength into it? That was the real challenge. Maybe more of an easy underhand throw?
Either way, the fucking beanbag wasn't going to throw itself.