[Even while taking a sip from her mug she keeps her attention on her toy, tracing a finger over the stitching on its belly, but a tiny frown forms when he speaks, and she turns the doll around to face outward before holding it to herself and looking over at him]
I would not invalidate the effort you already put forth into winning this one. No, you have my appreciation for it. [There's no shadow of falsehood in her words or returning smile at all, she truly is pleased by this. And the popcorn too, a little bit, from the approving sound she makes when she lets go of the lion long enough to pop a few into her mouth.
However-- there's yet another point of interest to her out there]
...What manner of games are there? [Skill or luck? She'll find no difficulty in either case]