Monet rolled that statement around in her mind for a few moments, eating some of her sandwich as she did so. A distraction certainly wasn't the worst idea in the world-- and if ever she could use one, it was with her nightmare recurring again. (Honestly, she'd been trying for days with reading, surfing the internet, solving sudoku puzzles, cleaning and various and sundry other things but nothing had worked.)
"Does it work?" she asked, head tilted a little. "Do you really find that suitably distracting?" Her questions were posed with equal parts curiosity and condescension. Because the game didn't look terribly challenging but desperation made Monet far more willing to consider it than she might've otherwise been.