She couldn't help the smirk as he said they were to play. Good. It couldn't hurt to lighten up - and they were both well aware of the cheesiness. As the girl handed back the tokens and a tray with their number, along with forks and knives Sheila raised a brow.
"And what happens if I beat you? What do I get? You still owe me a story, Paul." It wasn't like her to forget such things and she hadn't; a friendly reminder now, that was all.