Thank heavens for distractions. "Games it is, then." She risked a glance over at Ryan (when the urge to grin stupidly at him had subsided a little, that is - gods, she was pathetic.)
"Anything you wanna try out? I've always liked those basketball games. Or ooh! What about those whack-a-mole things?" And there was no better distraction, than hitting at things with mallets.