Nora laughed, not because he was ignorant but because she spent way too much time studying things like that. It was where she was the nerd, really, and she just loved it a lot. She also laughed because she couldn't really believe that she would be doing something so casual as watching a movie and discussing the cinematographic flow of opening credits. It was pretty much absurd, after the last - what was it, almost a year? - she'd had. "In other words, I can talk really nerdy to you while you try to watch a good movie in peace. It sounds like a plan."
As Josh's thumb struggled under hers, she attempted to take the lead and take him down, but just as he started asking her about lacrosse, she lost her focus and his thumb slipped on top of hers. She felt herself chuckling slightly, fighting the urge to laugh openly about how bad she was at lacrosse, but only because she was trying to concentrate on winning. She was competitive, okay? "I tried to play lacrosse," she admitted, though that was even stretching it. "I was their best bencher," Nora told him with a wry grin, just managing to get her thumb out from under his grasp and waggling it around before he could trap it again. "My mom insisted that I do something other than sneak out of the house or pull pranks on my sister Grace. She said it'd make me well-rounded." Nora made a face because she really hated that term.
"Never thought of tennis. Never really liked those stupid skirts." She stopped talking, though, because Josh had trapped her thumb when she tried to consider tennis. Nora tried to put up a valiant fight, but it was too late: Josh had beaten her. "No! I want a rematch!" she exclaimed immediately, competitively.