"Pool," she replied, shaking her head to keep from laughing. "Let's definitely do something else, because I think I'm too terrible at this to keep going." She turned to move toward the described table and put her cup down, careful to balance it on the edge, and started to look around for the pieces.
"Pets are wonderful, though. I have a dog, a Pomeranian. He loves people, so I'm sure you two would get along. But first, you should tell me why you were only a professionalish chef, or I guess...I hope you're not trying to pass off a McDonald's fry frier as an actual career path." Isobel glanced up, having found the triangle and the other components built into the table itself, one brow arched. Then she immediately looked apologetic. "Not that I'm judging you, at all, but... Maybe I'll just be quiet now and let you explain the game." She smiled again, abashed, but was grateful when Rafe followed her lead.