Maddie arched an eyebrow at that. Growing up, her parents never would have let her get away with 'making' them clean up after her. It certainly hadn't trained her to be a neat freak or anything like that, but she found it amusing that these two girls were bragging about something like this as if they were total rebels.
“I wouldn't know. I don't have a niece. My brothers are annoying sometimes, though.”
Maddie shrugged, trying to remember everyone who'd shown up for that particular game. “My band. Some friends. The bartender dude. Some little kids. Lots of people came out for this game.” She nodded when the shorter one asked about being taught how to play laser tag. “Sure,” she answered. “It's not that hard. Not much different than using a real gun, sort of.” Not that these girls would probably know that, but it was something to say.
But now she was going to get told off for it. She crossed her arms over her chest, taking on a defensive posture when the therapist came forward. Or if he wasn't going to tell her off for this, maybe he'd heard about how she flew off the handle at those kids who'd been playing the zombie game. That hadn't exactly been done in secret.
“Sometimes,” Maddie answered, brushing her bangs out of her eyes for no other reason than to have an action to focus on. “Most of the time it's teams. It's more fun ganging up on the last person left on the other team. And, you know, makes the little kids feel better about having big people on their team to help them.”